caution-(n) care taken to avoid danger or mistakes
10:07am
max rolls over to see if anya is awake. she isnt there.
"anya?"
"in the kitchen!"
max walks out of anya's bedroom and into the sweet smelling kitchen. anya has cooked breakfast.
"i hope you like waffles and eggs. i wanted to make you feel safe and at home."
"oh..you didn't have to do this for me. im fine."
"i know you aren't. i know there's more to your story. i wanted to talk over breakfast."
"thats nice,but i cant."
"wha- why?"
"i appreciate it, but i can't talk about it. not without getting emotional. its too hard for me."
"please max. i want to help you."
"i dont need help anya."
"yes you do max! you say youre fine and act like everythings okay and everythings not! its falling apart! i want to help you. please. i want to at least try to make you happy."
"you do make me happy."
"what have i done? you wont let me do anything! its like youre gone and youre not coming back!"
"what if i dont come back anya? what will you do? nothing! absolutely nothing! because theres nothing you can do for a worthless nobody thats already gone."
tears well up in anyas eyes
"dont cry. god dont cry. i cant do this."
max takes her things and slams the door shut. anya falls into her chair and breaks down. max skates home with tears staining her cheeks. people just dont understand. not even the closest people.
its not okay.
