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Broken Angel

*This comfort fic is dedicated to everyone who feels broken - I hope you're able to find your wings and fly again <3

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I sat at my desk at work staring at my computer screen, but not seeing anything. I've been in a zombie state this whole week. Everything in my life seems to be going wrong and I honestly don't see a way to fix anything. Plus, I'm struggling big time with my depression and anxiety, and no matter what I do, they just won't go away.

Like right now, my mind is screaming at me that I'm messing up big time on this Brief I'm working on. When in fact, all I'm doing is typing up the dictation the Attorney I work for already dictated. But I feel like I'm failing, when I know I'm not.

I sighed, taking a sip of my iced coffee hoping the familiar taste of peppermint will comfort me when my phone buzzed on my desk. I glanced at it to see who was texting me.   Truth be told, I've been avoiding all of my messages, it's just better that I do.  I really do not want to ruin anyone's day by my depressive state, and honestly, they're probably better off without me anyways.

I ignored the text, trying to focus on the monotone voice coming through my headphones when my phone buzzed again. I picked it up this time to see a string of texts coming through like rapid fire, all from one person: Ryan Blaney, my best friend since as long as I can remember.

I unlocked my phone as two more texts came through. He honestly had me worried now that something bad happened, but I just rolled my eyes and shook my head when it was just selfies.

Aileen! Are we still on for tonight?

Oh, shit! I forgot we planned a movie night to catch up on things. Between him being busy with racing and me always working late, we hardly see each other.

Why are you not answering me?

He sent a selfie, frowning. I gave a small little smile, I know he means well, but why does he have to be so adorable while he tries.

Is there something wrong? Something's wrong. You always text me back when I send you hot selfies of me.

I bit my lip, he always knew something was off when I don't get back to him. As a rule, we always text each other when we wake up, just a simple "good morning" or a "have a nice day". It keeps us in constant contact even though we're both super busy. We planned a movie night months ago and I completely forgot... and I just realized I haven't sent him a text since last weekend before his Xfinity race.

I felt horrible.

After that text he sent me a selfie of him trying to give me a smoldering look, but failing big time. It made me smile.

That's it, I'm kidnapping you.

He sent a photo of him in his truck, driving down some street. I was kinda shocked that it was dark out and then I looked at the clock. It was nearing 8 pm and I didn't even realize it. I must be the last person in the office.

I clicked on the box beneath his latest text saying I better be dead for not answering him, but he knew I wasn't, I have my read receipts on.

Ryan - stop. I'm alive. No need to kidnap me.

Too late =)

I rolled my eyes as a small smile splayed across my lips, he sent a photo of him trying to get into my office building but obviously the doors were locked since it was after hours.

Don't make me come in and get you.

Coming.

That's what she said =P