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◤ chapter thirteen, NEVER LEAVE AGAIN ◢
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After a week of searching, Davina decided to stop staying at Desmond's house and return to her apartment. Staying there wouldn't bring Brinley home any faster and she was getting tired of staying in the guest room while simultaneously kicking Sam out and leaving him to the couch. It wasn't fair to them and she had her own place to stay which meant she didn't need to stay there, so she left.
Stevie barely talked to her anymore at work and she was too stressed about Brinley to care about it. Really, she didn't mean to be so harsh on the poor man but she was so fed up with him and she wanted everything to stop. So, she stopped it.
The apartment still held the stillness that made her sick to her stomach but it was getting easier to bare. She hated sitting in the living room while she did her homework because it just reminded her more of Brinley and how the used to sit there together while she graded with a comedy going on the background. So, she sat on her bed and watched House, MD instead. The apartment stayed quiet and she didn't leaving her room if she could help it because it all looked so lonely.
Wanda checked up on her every day and often spent long hours to the night there with her so it wouldn't be so lonely. It was comforting but she couldn't help but feel like a nuisance.
"You really don't have to do this," Davina told her on the fourth day, letting the girl pass into her apartment. "I'm not going to fall apart on my own."
"I know, but I worry, and so does Steve. He worries about everyone he meets, though, so I guess it isn't fair to say that. He keeps wanting to come over with cookies or some other goodie to see how you're doing," Wanda told her, "The man loves to cook."
"I've noticed," Davina commented, "And tell Steve that I'm fine, because I am. I'm okay on my own."
Wanda studied her for a moment as they went to her room because that's where she was directed every time. She knew that Davina hated every other part of the apartment so she didn't comment on it or bring any attention to the fact. "Just because you're okay on your own doesn't mean you have to be alone," Wanda reminded her, "I used to think that because I had Pietro, I didn't need anyone else."
