Whirlwind of trouble

8

The birds tweet loudly, and the clouds move fast through the crystal blue sky. The sun beams upon her complexion of her very pale skin as she stares at the coffee machine in fury. Finally she snatches a cup and fills it with coffee, taking a sip before wincing and spitting it back into her cup.

She quickly scans her surrounding checking if anyone was looking and whispers a sweet "oh fuck" before I approach her steadily.

I take a cup; but she immediately warns me about the vile coffee. "Id skip the coffee. It tastes like shit" she spits out, and I can read this woman like an open book. She's hurting. She's broken and she has these enormous walls blocking everyone out. It's like she uses her anger to mask her true emotions. Reading people is kind of what i do, I test their connections and their presence and I decide whether or not to talk or not. But I see potential with the woman, maybe I could be a friend, maybe I could be a shoulder for her to cry on because deep down behind those murderous walls is a flower waiting to blossom. Here I go again... seeing the good in everyone.

I just don't know which way to approach her. And I don't mean to the left of her or to the right. I mean, with humour, with an apology, or with a kind act of sweetness. But none of which I think she will appreciate, so I decide on humour.

I peer up at her slowly, with a dull expression. "I made it" I simply draw out.

"Hmm..." she awkwardly fumbles as she stirs her new cup of tea. "Oh... I'm sorry"

"I'm kidding" I laugh. "I'm just kidding, I didn't really"

"Oh..." she sarcastically smirks with an awkward laugh and I can tell it's fake. Nobody actually laughs like 'ahaha' but that's cool I don't mind. It takes a little more to break her walls.

"I'm Regina" I introduce, holding out my hand. She hesitates for a short moment with an eye roll but soon shakes it. "Emma" she replies.

"So do you come to this group often?" I simply ask, pointing to the grief group sign.

"Erm... no, this is my first time" She sighs and I can just hear how much weight of the world she is carrying on her shoulders and close to her heart, because the other day that was me, until I found a new light of hope.

"Do you want a hug?" I kindly offer, stepping closer with wide arms but she's quick to step back.

"Uhh no." She frowns, stepping back as though offering a hug is the weirdest thing to ever happen to her, but I believe confidence and straight up love is the best way to open a mysterious person.

"It's not weird. We're at a grief group, it's normal to hug our emotions away" I shrug. "But it's fine, it's fine I don't mind, but we should get to Dr Hopper, he's starting" I smile, offering the way, and to no surprise she chooses the seat furthest away from me but directly across.

I scan the group and again I can see some familiar faces and some new ones. One particularly new beautiful face.

"Regina." Shit, I knew he'd start on me first. "Care to share?" And normally, I'd wait, until I've heard other people's problems to help build mine up.

"Yeah, sure..." I sigh, adjusting in my seat and automatically my brave, confident persona is out the window and my body is wracked head to toe with anxiety, and it's evident from how my clammy hands run up and down my summery dress and I spin the ring on my finger. "So, I've had a new shed of hope in my life. Remember me saying how I lost my father in the bank robbery, he took the bullet aimed at me all so I could save that little girl and try my hardest to save her parents, but failed. Well the little girl turned up on my doorstep, I saved her yet again from an abusive foster home and well, fostering is a success, she's coming to live with me tomorrow" I grin, because finally something is going my way.

"That's terrific Regina, is having children something you've always wanted?" He questions and automatically my heart drops into the pit of my stomach and my eyes begin to well up.

I find myself finally wanting to share this all because I want to prove to this unknown lady that I am good, and I can be a friend and I can open up and hope that she can too.

"It is yes. Actually, I fell pregnant years ago, but I lost it so early on. I then fell pregnant again, I took the test just a few minutes before entering the bank at a little restaurant next door and I was so happy walking into that bank and seeing Elena who is the little girl in front of me. She was smiling and waving and I remember grinning so much at the thought that I've been given a second chance to have a baby" I smile through my sobs. "But after losing my father, I lost that baby also at 6 month along. She was a little girl and I had to do still birth and bury my little angel. That is the hardest thing I have ever done, and then my love of my life got murdered right before my eyes" I huff, knowing I've shared too much this morning for my heart to handle.

"Your love was murdered in front of you? I'm so sorry Regina. You've had such a traumatic life but I'm thrilled light it coming your way and you are blessed with Elena. If you would like to talk about..."

"No... I'd like to save Daniel for another day if that's okay" I shut down, taking a tissue and wiping my eyes. I glance up and see Emma doing the same, clearly my story touched her, and I hope that's the little push she needs to open up also, except it wasn't. She didn't share her story but placed a few business cards on the table as we were all leaving. Of course I taken one.

——-
A/n: I'm so sorry I've been gone so long. A lot has happened! I've had a lot of family stuff but I've redownloaded the app and I'm logged back in.
If you read this chapter, can you leave a comment so I know who exactly is still following this book and whether it's a book I should carry on with or leave it.
Have a great week! I hope people are looking forward to Christmas. 🥰