Debriefed

de-8-briefed

unedited.

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It had been two weeks since that day in the Jillian's office, when the semblance that was whatever they had together came crashing down. Just like the vase they had broken to pieces their first night together.

By the time Jillian fixed herself in her office, David and the other man he came with had already had left. As she expected. When she did finally leave her office, her purse in hand, she headed straight for the elevators. She felt.... well she didn't even know what she felt. The anger had dissipated some, but in truth, she felt nothing. Numb. And not the good kind of numb her body usually felt after having a many rounds of unearthly sex. This numb felt sickening. So, the only solution she could think of to get rid of it, was to get more numb.

When she passed her boss, he looked ready to confront her most likely about what he had just witnessed, until he got a better look at her as she sauntered into view. She hadn't even looked at him. And luckily her boss caught on to her mood and turned right back around. So around mid-afternoon that fateful day, Jillian left work early to take care of her emptiness with her first drink of many that evening. Little did she know, David had the same idea.

Eventually, Jillian's life returned to the same routine it had been before... him. She started making those chicken salad dinners again, staying at the office into the late hours of the night, and attempted picking up a book or two, of course those never worked out to well because everything seem to have some connection back to him. One evening, she was even desperate enough to make a call to her mother, which honestly surprised the both of them. And she definitely avoided that cupcake shop on Columbus street. So besides taking the unconventional way to work, she had simply tried to do the adult thing, and pick up her life to like it had been like before.... everything.

But it wasn't the same. Or rather she wasn't the same. And despite how much she denied it, how much she tried to chalk up what had happened as merely a learning experience, she knew she was lying to herself. He had changed her, had opened her eyes to new experiences....sensations. And then, just like that, those feelings were ripped away. Torn and fucked out her piece by piece, till all she was left with was a sickening emptiness in her stomach. Something that, day by day, seemed to linger and fester a little more, like a bad cold.

Whatever had happened in her office still remained unanswered. And as much as she tried to move forward and put it out of her mind, every night, it came back to haunt her. Yes, the anger and hurt from what had been said that day were still there, taking turns ebbing and flowing inside her core, but it was the curiosity that burned her, that left an acidic taste in her mouth, that left her sleepless, until one day, when she'd finally had enough.

Which brought Jillian here.

Maybe this ill-thought out decision was due to her extreme lack of sleep. That must be way she was even here, otherwise she'd probably be classified as crazy by any normal person. That was the only explanation she could come up with as to why she had showed up at David's apartment at midnight on a Friday. A place that housed a man who clearly wanted nothing to do with her. He had said just as much the last time they spoke, and then when they hadn't done much speaking. Jillian's head throbbed at the thought. If fact, at every thought. It was a miracle she had even made it here in one piece.

Again, that brought her to here, standing outside David's apartment probably looking like dirty, off-the-wall druggie. With once glance to the hall way mirror behind her, yep, she could confirm that picture. Naturally, she ran a hand through her frizzy hair, and tried to smooth out her well-worn work attire. Don't forget the dark bags under her eyes, she cringed at the imaged. She looked like the living image of death with her skin paler than usually. Just one look should have convinced her to turn right round and get back in her car. But she couldn't. No matter how she looked, this simple question ruled her brain and was all she could think of as she moved closer and closer to his door.