He was right— there was honestly nothing else she could do about the situation, because it ultimately wasn’t in her hands anymore, and the more that she stressed herself out about it, was only going to make things worse for herself. But still, she felt hopeless. But she couldn’t lie, hearing the words fall from his lips gave her some sort of peace and aspiration that things would get better for her. She was a strong person, and she shouldn’t and would not allow this to define her as a person. Licking over her bottom lip, she tasted the saltiness that resided from her fallen tears, as she listened to his promise to her, creating a warmth within her heart. Physically, she knew that he would end up leaving at the end of the session, but mentally and emotionally, it was reassuring to know that she had someone on her side for the rest of her life. Regardless of what she did or what she went through, he never looked at her differently— it was the same vice versa— and that’s what made their friendship as strong as it was. “Yeah, I hear you,” she whispered as she began to fiddle with her manicured fingernails, and although she didn’t say it confidently enough, she genuinely meant it, and knew there was honesty behind his words. As he finally answered her question, halfway that was, she sighed to herself before nodding her head slowly. Given her current situation, she was the last person to be scolding someone else, but she cared about him deeply and needed to express how she felt about the situation. “How many times are you gonna’ say that you don’t wanna’ talk about it, huh? This isn’t just some one time occurrence, ZAIRE. We both watched your dad deal with this shit, and who knows how far down the line this traces back to, and you’re just gonna’ sit back and let it happen to you too? I can’t get with that, I’m sorry. You can hate me all you want, but I’m not gonna’ let you go out like that. You have to get help, or at least talk to someone about it, talk to me. I can help you, and we both know I can,” she didn’t take much of any offense to the tone of his voice, because she already expected it. But, she wasn’t going to hold back on him, either. Raising her eyebrow as he claimed that he didn’t know what happened the night at the hospital, she rolled her eyes more to herself than at him before speaking up. “I’m sure you already know her side of the story, and that’s cool, I don’t care. The guards wouldn’t come let me see you the first night, so I spent the night in the waiting room, cool. Next day, I go pick up some food and clothes at the mall for you, AYLA, and I because I thought, hey, none of us are going anywhere, so I might as well pick us up some shit. Granted, I don’t know her that much besides the fact that she’s a part of OVO, and she’s cool with you and XAVIER. Plus, I’ve talked to her in passing a few times, and she was really sweet. Anyways, I came upstairs finally to see you and drop the stuff off and we started talking about you and why you were in there. She told me that you were ‘good,’ that you didn’t need any help, and that we just reconnected so I basically don’t know what the fuck I was talking about. I guess she was upset because I suggested rehabilitation— which I know you don’t want, but would be beneficial— but, then I snapped back and talked shit about y’all’s little relationship. Which I admit was rude, and I apologize for it, but I just wasn’t about to let someone talk down on our friendship... that ain’t happening. But, basically, i was just trying to give advice and I guess she took it the wrong way. You can take her side, I really don’t care that much about it, but that’s my truth about it. I do apologize for being part of the reason why you woke up, if anything, we shouldn’t carried the conversation outside, or just dropped it. I’m sorry.”
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