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◤ chapter fourteen, CUPID'S WORDS ◢
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For a week, Davina watched as her best friend laid on her bed staring at nothing and talking to no one. Asher Brinley had become a shell of the woman she used to be, the woman who never stayed in bed, always active and moving and in someone else's company because she never liked to be alone. It was a great fit for the both of them, silence reminding Davina of her childhood and Brinley never liking to be alone because she was much more of an extrovert who thrived off the company of the people around her.
Of course, Brinley got up and went to work, came home and graded alone in her room – the door locked as to not have anyone else with her – and then Davina would get home and unlock the door herself and see Brinley lying on her bed without disturbance. Davina would talk to her about her day, try as hard as she could to get the woman to talk, but she said nothing and she went back to her room and cried a little.
Every day. That was her life every day and all Davina wanted was for Brinley to say something to her; to explain what happened, where she went, why...to make her understand because she didn't and she never thought she would if this kept happening.
Today was no different. She finished her classes and went home for the hour before her shift to change and check on Brinley. She took the key from on top the door and unlocked the door before twisting the knob and looking at the figure of her friend. Her body was turned away, sheltered away from the outside world and Davina pursed her lips.
"Hey, Brin," she didn't move from the threshold, not wanting to truly disturb her friend and invade her comfort bubble, "I hope school was good. I was a shift soon so I'll have to leave and I think that afterwards I'm gonna go by the diner. I'll pick you something up, how does that sound?"
There was no response but at this point Davina wasn't expecting one. Still, she couldn't help but admit that it stung. "Okay. I'll get you some apple pie. Tomorrow I'm thinking about hanging out with Conrad, I haven't seen him in a while. Wanda called earlier, said that Steve was worried about you...so is Bucky."
