[ The dreaded day is drawing near and he can’t handle the thought of that. He doesn’t want to go back to eleven years ago where he lost his mother. Oh, no, the day haunts him worse than any other. His breathing becomes rather heavy, and tears are threatening to pool from his eyes. How is he supposed to handle this a l o n e? ]
[ He shouldn’t have to, should he? Ryder completely abandoned him going off to deal with things on his own. Sure, the male may have shared a few more memories with the woman, but it didn’t mean that he felt more pain than him. Having to go through adolescence without a mother figure took a toll on him, and he knew that. God he was such a disappointment. If she saw him now, she’d be upset with him. Jared turned out to be the exact opposite of what she wanted him to be. The guilt he felt for being a horrible son plagued him constantly, but he never bothered changing. Why should he? The male wondered if anyone else knew what he was going through. Surely, someone did. He let out a frustrated sound before stocking out of his apartment with the intent of taking his anger out on someone, and there was one female who popped right into his mind. ]
Oh, Sylvia. Sweet, innocent Sylvia. She was the perfect option in his opinion. That’s exactly why he was currently making his way to her place, stomping for a good portion of the time. Finally, it came into place. He stormed to her door and pounded on it furiously.
"Sylvia! Open the damn door now!"
[ She'd had crushes, back when she actually went to school. But nothing made her stomach hurt like this. Nothing made her cry like this. She'd never been as sad and as lonely as desperate to forget as this. She'd begged and begged for just a drop of the good stuff, of the stuff that made humans forget what they'd seen and heard. No one would let her. They said it was normal, that'd it pass. Everyone had had a crush on a human once. It was normal. That's why angels were a dying breed.
She'd done things like pull at her hair and keep herself up at night thinking about him, worrying about him. She'd cry herself to sleep, and often. Sylvia felt like she never got the chance to fully know him or love him, and for that, she hated herself. She bit her nails more, cried more, slept less, ate less. She began to look like a ghost. She tried to bump into him but it never worked. Eventually, she couldn't bring herself to do it.
That's when he'd shown up, made himself apparent, finally. Relief and fear washed over her in a tsunami. She screamed and dropped the plate of cookies she'd made for the coffeehouse staff that had put up with her being there all day every day for the past week. She muttered shit shit shit as she threw them back on the plate. ]
It takes everything within her not to cry or hide in her bedroom.
But she goes to the door and opens it a crack.
She looks him over, the upper lock letting only a little of her apartment shine through. She's too scared to let him in; he looks even more upset than he had the last time they'd spoken. Her voice halts in her throat. She wants to say so many things, but what can she choose that will make him just get his shouting at her over with?
"What do you even want, Jared?"
