Always Sleeping

EJ Fletcher || 20 || She/her || Muse for Lifelines RP

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Comming Home | Piper + Open

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Piper watched as EJ’s face fell and winced. “Indeed” she spoke softly though wished to not speak at all. She had no excuse and anything she told EJ would make her sound more insane than usual. She had the sudden flashback to the times Piper had been so cruel to her for leaving before and shut her eyes tightly, shaking her head. “I-” Piper started put closed her mouth again, anything she would say at this point couldn’t help her case. She was a dead man. 

She watched the expression on EJ’s face like a hawk, looking for something to since an understanding but there was none. Of course there wouldn’t be. Piper sighed and shook her head. “I’m sorry” she murmured, looking down at her shaky hands. “I understand why you left before -” she continued, though she almost regretted doing so, “- I don’t blame you” she ran her fingers through her hair quickly, feeling the uneasiness in her stomach surface. “I’m glad you’re okay though; regardless of what you think I always worry about you” she concluded. 

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Ej crossed her arms over her chest, keeping her distance even if maybe she shouldn’t have. In actuality, it was rather cold and calculating of her to keep her distance when she knew she did the exact same thing maybe a half a year ago. She should have been more understanding, and deep down she was, but it was no where near the surface, where she could allow herself to embrace it. Now, she wanted to keep her bitterness for just a little bit longer, no matter how unreasonable it was for her to do so.

Once Piper started talking though, the brunette felt a little bit guilty for her silence. Piper looked awful, but still EJ wouldn’t drop her guard. “I didn’t leave. I wasn’t so lucky,” she murmured, shifting from foot to foot as she trained her eyes on the ground, avidly avoiding Piper’s gaze. “You don’t need to worry about me, you know. You should worry about yourself , or your search for what happened to your mom or something, don’t waste our time on me,” she said, a bit snappish, even if she was touched at the sentiment that accompanied Piper’s words.

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Mad World || EJ & Aislin

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The girl was glad that she’d been right. It would have been a little embarrassing if she hadn’t. There was a slight awkward shift of her body before she watched the chair be pushed out for her. Chewing at her lip for a moment Aislin shifted from her spot to take the offered chair. “Um, Aislin M- Just Aislin.” she offered, she figured being on last name bases wasn’t really required. Even if it was habit for her to formal introduce her self. Pushing the thought aside she settled herself in to place. Her long leg easily moving to cross over the other. The red head looked around for a moment before settling her eyes back on to Ej. 

Her hands instinctively moved to pull her dress back down in to a proper place on her thigh. “Sorry if I seem a little tense. I’m not really used to the whole club atmosphere.” Her hand lifted to motion to the crowd off people as she spoke. She was sure she’d came to the right place though. Seeing the two syringes set out in front of the brunette was enough of a indication in its self. “I probably just need a drink or something,” slipped from her list with a light chuckle as a smile made its way on to her lips. 

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When she finally took a seat, EJ leaned forward with a bit more of a grin on her face. She could faintly remember meeting the girl before, even if it was only the shadow of remembrance, and by the way she was acting, it was obvious she didn’t do this often. That only made it more satisfying when she took the seat and seemed like she was trying to figure out what to say. As long as she wasn’t going to be awful about it, if she wanted to try something, EJ was more than happy to oblige. After all, she had been wanting to stick herself with a needle for the past while, she just hadn’t seen much of a reason to do it yet. However, if she had someone to join her...

“Nice to meet you Aislin.” She smirked behind her glass as she took another sip. “I can tell, sweetheart, you don’t exactly fit in.” The sentiment came out a bit sassier than EJ had intended, but she didn’t bother to explain herself. As far as she was concerned, there was no need. She raised an eyebrow when the red head mentioned needing a drink, sliding the last half of her whiskey over to her without much of a second though. If anything, she just wanted to see the non-party girl try to choke it down if she chose to take a sip of it. If the girl was here to try drugs, whiskey would be a good start anyways.

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“I’m not so yeah to let everyone know about what happens in my bedroom. It’s called class, dear. And sadly, it’s not something you can buy, even with drug money.” Delilah kept her snide demeanor. No matter how much fun, she didn’t have time for self assuring, drug trash. She was used to lying- to people far better at reading her than the junior before her- and it’s not as if people really knew that she hadn’t had any in close to a year. It was none of their business.

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It was beyond frustrating that nothing she was saying could get a rise out of the blonde. EJ shut her eyes as her hands curled into tight fists, trying to keep herself from getting too pissed off. It wasn’t that she truly cared if this woman knew she was on drugs, but the fact that she was taking on some bullshit ‘holier-than-thou’ attitude. It was infuriating. “You think you’re so much better than other people just because you act like you were born with a silver spoon up your ass. I’d rather have a good high than class if it turns me into a snotty bitch.”

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Red Sky at Morning || EJ & Julian

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He could see that something had over whelmed her. He leaned in towards where she sat and pressed a peck on her cheek. Unable to stop himself from comforting her in some way, though he knew it was a small gesture. He always wanted her to know he was there. Julian always wanted to be the one she called when sitting alone in the dark became too much. Maybe that is why he was so sure she would be a good vampire, because he needed her now. He forgot how he was before he came to this town and found her. 

Breath softly, he took her face in his hand. “EJ who told you all this?” He wanted to be sure it had been his maker right before he told her anything more. 

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EJ’s hands were shaking, so much so that she needed to rest her mug against her crossed ankles to keep the drink from spilling out of the top of it. His lips on her cheeks served to calm her down slightly, and when he took her face in his hands, she could open her eyes once more. Did he already know? Had he heard the same stories that she had about the vampire that was closer to her than she realized. 

EJ took a shaky breath in and squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to let sobs wrack through her body at the fears that were currently coursing through her mind. “Julian, it was Isaiah. He told me that he- fucking hell. It’s him. He’s responsible for the scars and the blood on my shirts and everything. I swear I’m not crazy, I’m not high, I was with him the other day and all of a sudden he was showing me that he has fucking fangs and I don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to do. I’m not crazy, you have to believe me.” She let her head fall forward so as to rest her forehead on his chest, trying to take deep breaths.

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Frustrated || Open

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Florentin topped off her tea with a dash of milk, hoping this particular kind of nightcap would soothe away some of the hangover-induced anxiety from earlier. “On that, we are in perfect accord,” he said, handing over the tea. “I find the machines quite jarring, but nonetheless, I keeping finding myself three hours into The Walking Dead and no clue how it happened. If you’re eager for sleep, I can show you to my room? Best sleep you’ll ever get, guaranteed.” And if he willed a little extra serenity into her dreamscape while she slept, well, she’d be none the wiser.

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“I’ve just never owned one before,” she told him with a half smile, taking the tea from him graciously and taking a big sip of the drink. It was delicious, and just what she decided she needed. “I think I probably should sleep,” she agreed, finishing off the tea quickly so that she could set the cup down and following him, wondering if she should alert him to the fact that she had nightmares in case she happened to wake him up. She prayed that she wouldn’t, but at the same time, the words were hanging on the tip of her tongue, ready to be explained if she decided to let them run loose.

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Ugh, life was so much simpler before the intervention of the state into personal lives. One of the many regrettable turns of the fin de siècle, and coincidentally another hold Isaiah had over the immortals living in Antioch. Damn papers. The registration of citizens made life deplorably difficult when you didn’t age. “Well, the passport is a roadblock, I’ll admit. I can’t see who I’d have to notify though.” It’d been centuries since his comings and goings needed to be relayed to someone. Ellis had her ways of finding him when she wanted to, and no one else stayed alive along enough to warrant that kind of consideration from him. Huh. 

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She could see him turn the thought over in her mind and she let her mouth quirk into a sort of indifferent, knowing smile. “I’ve never really had to go get a passport before, but I’m also not sure of all of the stipulations or whatever shit is necessary for me to actually get one, you know? Like, can I get one if I have a criminal record? And what do you mean you wouldn’t have to notify anyone? Like anyone you work with, or family so that they know where you’re going? I’d have to mention it to Isaiah that I was leaving, especially if it would be in order to go out of the country, you know?” EJ didn’t like having to shoot down his ideas at every turn, but at the same time, she felt the need to be realistic.

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Red Sky at Morning || EJ & Julian

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Seeing the text, EJ waited patiently for Julian to arrive, losing track of time quickly as she sipped on her drink every few seconds, her sweater covered hands gripping the mug tightly despite the shaking in her hands. Her legs were pulled up and were now crossed as she sat on the counter, huddled over like a frightened child. She would have laughed if it wasn’t so true. She was absolutely terrified, not only by what she had just learned about the past year or so, but also about telling Julian what she had learned. What is he didn’t believe her. She was just contemplating this possibility when the door opened and she looked up slightly.

“I’m in here,” she called from the kitchen, resting her mug on her crossed ankles. She kept her eyes trained on the rim of the dish, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. “I need to tell you something, but you need to promise me that you’re not going to think I’m crazy,” she said, looking up finally. “Like I need you to swear that you’re not going to run out of here saying I belong in some psychiatric hospital.” Her expression was solemn and serious as she waited for him to promise her. If he didn’t, she wasn’t sure what she would do next. Surely she couldn’t just back track.

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Julian didn’t question the text. EJ called on him all the time and he would always come to her aide. No questions asked, but as he walked into the kitchen where she was sitting, he could tell within the second that something was different this time. Julian closed the space between them. She didn’t seem high which surprised him. It was rare to see her looking so clear headed. 

“I would never say that.” His heart sank at her words and he already knew what she was about to say. Isaiah had told her. Julian had wanted to be the one to tell her. He wanted to be the one to bring her into their world. He would be her maker not Isaiah. He swallowed those feelings and would follow her lead for now. “What is it EJ?”

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Seeing him approach where she was sitting on the counter made her feel better. Just having him around made her feel less hollow after everything that she had learned that was contributing to bet declining health. And yet, it was so hard for her to find the words to explain everything she was thinking. How did she explain how unsafe she felt staying in Antioch even though she had no where to go. She had to stay in her freakish nightmare with no where to escape, she didn't want to be the only one who knew what she did.

Reaching out a hand, she slipped her fingers into his, bringing his hand up so that she could just press her hand against his, her eyebrows drawing together as she fought to find the words. "Have you ever believed in things like vampires or supernatural creatures like that?" she asked carefully, her expression serious. She didn't want to scare him off with what she was insinuating, even if she didn't think he would call her crazy. He promised he wouldn't.

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Comming Home | Piper + Open

It had been a while since Piper had felt the familiarity of her home. Running was something she had never done before but felt she had no other option. She had opened an entire can of worms that she could not handle. Piper slowly made the trek up to her front door and opened it. Of course, her father wasn’t home so she sat her bags down slowly and walked back out. She knew she needed to tell people she had returned home though she didn’t know where to start. She abandoned EJ as EJ had abandoned her and Cali was someone she did not want to cross paths with at the moment, so she just walked. 

Piper walked for what seemed to be miles until she reached the clearing before the forrest. She simply stood, leaning against the tree, eyes glossy from the anxiety blooming in her stomach. While in her thoughts, she heard a sudden and very loud twig snap, signaling that she wasn’t alone. She jumped and turned around, “Hello?” she murmured, “I know you’re around here somewhere, it’s not very nice to sneak up on people” 

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Walking through the woods, EJ found, calmed her down more often than not when she found that she she just needed some time to herself. However, she also discovered rather quickly that getting out of the woods was harder than she had originally anticipated. This time, walking on her way out to the woods, she had seen someone else. Typically on her walks there was no one around, but in her attempts to turn back around, EJ managed to snap a very large twig underfoot, causing her to wince at the misfortune.

The person she had seen spoke up then, and suddenly all thoughts of hiding from the voice were far from EJ’s mind. Instead, she steeled her expression and stepped out of the trees, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re back,” she said to the blonde, with a certain level of coolness that perhaps she didn’t deserve to possess. After all, she herself had disappeared the first time, leaving Piper to worry about wherever she had gone off to. Now that the tables were turned though, right after EJ had her best friend back only for her to go away, EJ was upset, even if she had no right to be.

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Mad World || EJ & Aislin

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Vane wasn’t at all at the top of list of places Aislin found herself often. Actually she could only remember stepping in one other time. Back when she’d let a friend drag her out for a girl’s night. Which had ended with the red head going home before anyone else because it wasn’t her thing. This time though she was there with a purpose. She was looking for something specific. In all her life, Aislin was pretty straight and narrow. She barely drank, mostly because it wasn’t that easy to get your hands on stuff when you were currently still under age. She wasn’t a party girl, she didn’t have copious amounts of casual sex. Hell she usually didn’t even really swear, unless she was pissed off. 

So the fact that she was now weaving her way through a mass of bodies on a dance floor. Hell bent on finding someone that could help her get her hands on Optix. Well, it was very new. The kind of new that made you a little jittery and unsure of your self. Blue eyes scanned the crowd, she had no idea what she was looking for. She was pretty sure that there wasn’t going to be a giant neon sign over someone’s head telling her that she had found the one. No matter how helpful that would have been. Though as her mind raced, she felt someone’s eyes on her. Turning her head a little she tried to pin point where exactly the feeling was coming from. 

After a few moments she found her eyes settling on a familiar brunette. Her mind mulled through its self before she came up with a name, EJ. They had met once before she vaguely recalled. Or maybe she’d just seen her around. Either way it was a familiar face in a sea of strangers. Turning on her heels she crossed the distance it took to get from the dance floor to where the other girl was sitting. “Hey..” she chimed, her eyes instantly dropping down to the syringes on the table in front of the chick. “Umm.. You’re EJ right?” she cleared her throat a little lifting her eyes to meet EJ’s gaze. “I think we talked during the whole storm this a while back at the University…” 

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Though EJ had been watching the red head as she walked around blindly, but she had definitely not been expecting the girl to catch her eye and then make a beeline for her. She sat back in her chair, and waited for the girl to finally manage her way through the crowd over to where she was sitting. The whole time she tried to make her way past people, EJ watched her. She looked young, or perhaps not young, but she looked close to her own age. And the more she thought about it, the more the girl looked like she really didn’t belong in a place like Vane. How silly it was that she found herself to be the kind of girl that did belong in Vane though, and she merely waited for the girl to reach her.

Taking another drag, she blew it up once the girl finally reached her. Her voice was cheery, perhaps a bit more than EJ thought it should in a situation like this. The brunette kept her eyes on the girl’s, not bothering to follow her gaze down when she caught sight of both the syringes. She didn’t need to. Instead, she kept her eyes locked on the blue eyes as she silently lifted her glass to her lips once more, taking a quick sip as the red head spoke a bit more. She raised an eyebrow curiously. So they must’ve met at least once, she thought, if this girl knew her name, although the situation she described to her didn’t sound familiar.

“That’s right,” she answered in question to her name. She kicked a foot out to nudge the chair across from her away from the table, a silent urge for the red head to take a seat. “And you are?” she asked, tossing her cigarette onto the ground and grinding it out with the heel of her boot. She went back to observing her syringes, flicking them both to keep air bubbles away, each movement purposeful. If the syringes had caught her eye, it wasn’t too hard to guess why a girl like her had ended up in a place like Vane. EJ wondered if she really was here to do some experimenting, or if there was another reason, and she was completely off. Either, way, she enjoyed the look in the girl’s eyes when she had caught sight of the needles. 

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Mad World || EJ & Aislin

EJ sat back in her small corner of Vane, the one corner that no one ever seemed to come back around by unless they were selling drugs or taking them, and as of late, no one had been around there except for her. People were beginning to take their hobbies home, whereas she preferred to do them under the bright lights of the nightclub where the people there wouldn’t judge her and she couldn’t get in trouble unless someone was looking for her. Even then, it could just as easily be chalked up to the atmosphere of the building if she was acting strange. 

Two syringes sat on the table, neither of them used yet as EJ nursed a glass of whiskey, a lit cigarette dangling from her fingertips. The music as pounding loudly in her ears and she bobbed her head along to the beat as she did one of her favorite things: people watching. She enjoyed looking at all of the dancers and grinders that found solace in the warmth of other people’s bodies. This was where she belonged and though it pained her to go against Florentin’s requests to stay away from the club for a little while, she set her glass down and put the cigarette between her teeth, picking up one of the syringes with nimble fingers, holding it up to the light to inspect the drug inside for any air bubbles. 

Just as she was looking at the liquid, flicking the barrel once, twice to relieve it of any air that might agitate it going in, she caught sight of a girl who looked familiar and yet not. She looked like the kind of person EJ had seen once or twice, but also she looked like someone who might not really have belonged in Vane. She didn’t have the same sunken in look that many people had and as she set the syringe down once more, she watched the girl, her interest growing as she took another drag on her cigarette.

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Stephen waived the smoke from his face, his was never fan of cigaretts or cigars for that matter as his father preferred. “Oh yea Piper, we didn’t talk much, i think she may have been friends with Delaney though.” It was almost unsettling when Ej described it like that, people coming and going, never really being able to escape. “I suppose so, hopefully others were luckier than us and made it out for good” he half joked.

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EJ was not phased at how he brushed the smoke away. If she noticed he was waving it away from him out of dislike, she didn’t change her actions. In a way, she enjoyed unnerving him. “Some made it out, though I’m not entirely sure if they can all be considered lucky,” she said, remembering the boy who had died recently as well as Nathan. They had both made it out, of course, but not in the way she thought he was insinuating.

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Florentin merely shrugged a shoulder. When practicalities could been sidestepped with a sultry gaze and a well-placed hand, impracticality ceased to be a concern. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way, amour. You will it, I’ll find a way.” He had a paramour in the business of private transportation, a quick word to the staff keeping up his chalet in the alps, and he could have everything ready by the week’s end. His mind hurried over the details, already planning it. It would hardly be a trouble at all, and it’d get her away from Ranier, for the time being.

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His flippant attitude towards the idea of getting out of the country for a bit amazed her. As a child, she was told that dreams lead no where and just because you wanted to do or have something didn’t mean it was possible to achieve, no matter how much hard work you put into getting it. “But still, I mean, I’ve never left the country, I’d need a passport, we’d need to figure out where we’d be going, how to get there, surely you’d need to notify someone where you were going, I’d probably have to. How could it be so easy as you finding a way?”

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Frustrated || Open

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He bowed, the epitome of chivalry and made his way to the kitchen, where he did not use an electric kettle, but an old-fashioned teapot with loose leaves. Electricity took the charm out of everything, and he refused to give up this indulgence (or any indulgence, really. They were his specialty). “Milk, sugar? Feel free to explore, make yourself at home. There’s a tv in the cabinet, with all of the…things…” he called over his shoulder, the irreverence in which he held the television quite obvious from his tone. He kept it in the cabinet because he found the thing so ugly. But damn it if he wasn’t addicted to his Starz account.

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EJ nodded at his words as she walked around the apartment, looking at things with some interest before returning to where he was in the kitchen, far more interested in talking to someone than doing anything else in the moment. She smiled lightly at his teapot, something she hadn’t seen aside from pictures. Everyone she knew found that electric kettles were far easier to handle. “Milk is fine,” she said, leaning up against a wall. “And I’ve never really been a TV watcher, if I’m being perfectly honest,” she admitted, grinning at the disdain in his tone. For someone who seemed to like to live in the past, she was slightly surprised he even had a television.

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They hadn’t talked much in high school other than in passing and a couple classes together. Stephen wasn’t sure if she had always been this direct. He wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that as he didn’t want to seem he was passing judgment. Instead he changed the topic of conversation, “Do you still keep in touch with friends from high school, Delaney and you are the only ones I’ve come across since getting back.

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EJ shrugged slightly before pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. “Not if I can help it. I was in touch with Piper a bit a few months ago, but she disappeared off the face of the Earth recently, so I’m back to not talking to anyone. Then again, I suppose I disappeared a little while back too, and you just came back from your disappearance. Some Antioch High School tradition or something. I find that it’s much nicer that way, don’t you?” she asked him, blowing her smoke out in rings.

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Red Sky at Morning || EJ & Julian

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“ On my way.” He sent back. He saw the message and moved quickly. Whenever EJ needed him he wasn’t far away. Julian’s mind raced with thought of what she was doing what his maker had done to her this time. The only way to save her from Isaiah and himself was to make her one of them. As each daypast that truth became more and more clear to Julian. He got into his car and drove.

When he reached where she was staying he stopped. Staring up at the building Julian wonder what he would come across when he opened the door.

Julain stepped through the door and nothing seemed out of place. He called out knowing she was around here somewhere. “ EJ ? I’m here. Where are you?”

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Seeing the text, EJ waited patiently for Julian to arrive, losing track of time quickly as she sipped on her drink every few seconds, her sweater covered hands gripping the mug tightly despite the shaking in her hands. Her legs were pulled up and were now crossed as she sat on the counter, huddled over like a frightened child. She would have laughed if it wasn’t so true. She was absolutely terrified, not only by what she had just learned about the past year or so, but also about telling Julian what she had learned. What is he didn’t believe her. She was just contemplating this possibility when the door opened and she looked up slightly.

“I’m in here,” she called from the kitchen, resting her mug on her crossed ankles. She kept her eyes trained on the rim of the dish, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. “I need to tell you something, but you need to promise me that you’re not going to think I’m crazy,” she said, looking up finally. “Like I need you to swear that you’re not going to run out of here saying I belong in some psychiatric hospital.” Her expression was solemn and serious as she waited for him to promise her. If he didn’t, she wasn’t sure what she would do next. Surely she couldn’t just back track.