Once Becca's gone and my tears are dry, I start thinking. About Noah, and Brian, and everyone; I think I should tell Noah about it. Lois is right; it doesn't have to be climactic, but he should know me if we're gonna keep up this hand-holding and kissing routine we've got going—and this is an important part of me. It happened, I'm mostly okay, but once he knows, I intend to be completely okay.
I text Lois and ask her where Noah lives; she tells me, and I hop from my couch to the door. I climb into Katherine's car and grip the steering wheel with shaky hands as I start it. I don't know why I'm so nervous—it's not a big deal.
I've been telling everyone it's not a big deal, and now it feels like it really, really is. I've been feeling so over it for the past few weeks, and now I feel like I'm not. Which is perfect, now that I'm pulling into the parking lot at Noah's apartment complex.
I make my way briskly over to the blue door marking his building and press the buzzer for Apartment 204.
"Hello?"
His voice is curious and familiar. I smile.
"Um, hi, it's Stephanie?" I squeak.
"Hey, Steph," he greets, and I can just hear the grin in his voice. It makes me relax, and I feel my shoulders sagging pleasantly.
"Can I come up?"
"Of course. See you in a few."
a/n: i have nothing to say, i hope you enjoyed.
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Short Storyin which a victim of rape recovers, with the help of a snarky pair of siblings//spinoff of Warmth//#335 in short story (well, it USED to be; i'm not bitter, don't worry) (jk, super bitter) TRIGGER WARNING FOR RAPE, please don't read this if it's gon...
