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Daphne was sitting on the peer when Conrad found her, her legs were crossed, she had her headphones on with a space cup of soda between her legs and a Spanish to English translator. He tapped her shoulder and she looked up at him with Bambi eyes before she realized it was him and they went back to their vixen state, if not smaller.
"I thought you were my mom." She took off her headphones and she was listening to Kendrick Lamar.
He gently moved her over on the chair as he sat down beside her. He wrapped his arm around her as she leaned into him.
"You still high?" He looked over at her.
She nodded, "Was it obvious?"
Conrad nodded, "Very but it's fine, you're too cute for anyone to care." He said, stroking her ego and her hair.
"I'm just too tired, man." She told him, using a hand to cover her eyes, her arm rested on her belly.
"What happened?"
"Belly." She said and he sighed softly.
"What about the hot college babes?" He asked her, reminding her of the promise she made after the break up, that she would date more, sleep with more people.
Back then it was her way to cope, it felt easier and this, God this felt hard. But Daphne didn't seem to care. She would fight for Belly even when she was at her lowest. She would always find the strength.
"I don't really care about them." She looked up at him and he nodded. "I know." He hummed.
"Why didn't you tell me?" She groaned as she took a sip of her drink. "I did but you didn't listen." He smiled at her.
"I really couldn't function without her." Daphne still couldn't come to terms with how much Belly hurt her, or how much she hurt Belly.
Conrad knew, of course he knew, even when no one else did. He was practically living with her and even people who didn't know her, knew. Daphne was never really good at keeping things from strangers, always making it feel easier. But she could never talk that way to the person she needed to.
"How did it feel?" He asked, he took the glass from her, taking a sip before putting it down beside him.
"Like there was a hole punched in my chest and nothing I did, would make it better." She placed her hand on her chest, she could still feel it beneath her shirt.
"That's why you never did anything right?" He asked and she gasped, "Rude."
He chuckled for a moment before pausing, "No, but I'm serious. It was like you were deadset on walking on the wrong path." He placed his hand on the back of her head, gently placing with her curls that the salt air had created.
"I think I was." She nodded, biting into her lower lip when she noticed that her book was off her lap.
"I just wanted something to make me feel better and I found it in the Dorian Gray way." She laughed, she really could just make anything a joke.
"And everything with your mom." Conrad stated and she hit his chest but he used it to pull her closer. She sighed.
"And my mom." He rested her head on hers, his hand now on her back. "Stop." She closed her eyes. It was too early for this.
"And Jere." He added and she sighed to herself.
"And your grades." He could go on forever.
She sighed, "It was one test." It was a mistake, she smoked more than she thought, didn't study but she would do better next time. It was never too late.
"And it won't be the last if you don't slow down."
Daphne scoffed, "My mom isn't dead yet, you don't have to do that." She didn't know why she said that, she didn't know why she said and did so many things.
"But you can't open up to her anymore." Conrad said and Daphne knew he was right.
"I know." She told him as she sank into him. "It'll get better but you know you don't have that much time left." He didn't tell her what to do or warn her but just reminded her that she knew what was right and what she had to do.
