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~I'm worse at what I do best~
Nirvana

(edited)

The figure standing before me wasn't helping me calm my upset thoughts. His smile was a small hammer poking my last nerve. My leg started trembling up and down, uncovering my real feelings. Anxiety. Disease. 

"Hi..." I mumbled as indifferently as I could, opening my phone to avoid unwanted contact with him. 

A deep sigh escaped his mouth, as he was taking a seat next to me on the bed. His shoulder brushed my shorter one, making me stifle away from him. I was trying to make it clear he was unwanted. Maybe he had already gotten that, but was ignoring it? I don't know. 

An awkward silence followed. We both were trying to act like this wasn't happening. Like none of us existed. Well, at least I was. My gaze was fixed on my phone, and the posts my feed was showing me. My gaze only. My mind was alarmed. I was ready to hear every nonsense he had to serve me.

"You know you don't have to do this if you are not comfortable" he tried to start a discussion, unsuccessfully. My silence was his key to continue. His self-confidence had started fading away slowly "It'll only be a couple of talks though... I am here to listen to you! Advise you if that's what you need. But I am here as a friend..."

I was listening to his desperate attempts to achieve Noah's expectations with a hint of remorse. Chewing slightly on my inner cheek, I tried to maintain my posture of mock apathy. My posture was indicating that I wasn't even listening to his monologue, but my mind was analyzing everything.

'As a friend'... I have a friend. Valeria is the only person I need. Therefore the only one I trust. And Enzo was nowhere near to being a friend of mine...  

"I am no problematic child to need this kind of talk, thank you" I scoffed. I was trying desperately to get him out of the room "And my brothers should have asked me beforehand about you"

Something of what I just spat caught his attention. He raised his head and looked at me puzzled, almost speechless. I still wonder what it was... Yet, after a few seconds, he found the right words... "No one thinks you are problematic, honey... but everyone can see something troubles you" he tried to convince me to start the sessions. To no avail of course ... 

"Dylan told us about your nightmare last night"

That last sentence poked my head. My nightmare... My ears twitched a bit. Something I did every time something would catch my attention. It was the first time, since the moment Enzo got in the room, I looked at him. 

"What about it...?" I asked as if it didn't matter at all. 

A warm smile cracked on his face. He placed a hand on my shoulder and looked at me... somehow... relieving... "Let us help you, honey" I could recognize the care in his voice. He knew how to melt someone. Those cute names were my weakness... Maybe Aiden had told him? But I was too stubborn. Way more than I looked...

"I don't need any help" my cold voice surprised us both. Mostly me. It was one of the few times I stood up for myself. And the very first one no consequences followed it...

Enzo sighed deeply and fixed his blonde hair.  He got up and paced towards my door, leaving me alone, in my thoughts and music, much to my relief "Very well... I will be at Noah's office. If you need anything-"

"I will not call you" I cut him off mid-sentence with the most hateful tone I had ever heard from myself 'What in the world is happening to me today?' I wondered to myself, mentally questioning my state of mind.