Tessa felt an odd kinship to the youngin’, though she quite frankly didn’t know much of what it was. pieces of the puzzle to vanessa’s life had started creeping in, beginning with the people she surrounded herself with, her phobia’s (like that of the dark), little things really. she had approached the bar as if an unknown entity was pulling her towards it. tessa really had no real knowledge on why, just that she wanted to start following the signs. tessa was smart, almost as smart as her origin: vanessa. she was able to detect things, investigate them almost as good as vanessa herself. which is what made things even more befuddling.
tess had sat herself in the middle of the room, scanning it for anything that could jog a part of vanessa’s mind. she found it within seconds, a young boy. he looked to be going through what she was, the memories flooding back, the sense of panic of not knowing who you are. she kept a close eye on him the entire night, in a quite creepy fashion. thus, when he walked out, she followed close behind.
she gave him a moment to himself before clearing her throat casually. as he rambled on, tessa took the chance to sit beside him though there wasn’t really an invitation to do so. she looked at him with her head tilted to the side. she sighed deeply. “kid, i don’t know your life—” she began to spoke, “—quite frankly, i don’t think i even know mine—” she said in an almost whisper. “but you look like you’re going through a rough time and sometimes the kindness of strangers helps?” honestly, she didn’t really know where she was going with this. “why don’t you dry your tears and tell a kind stranger what’s up. you might find it to be, i don’t fucking know, therapeutic?”
there weren’t as many times in his life he could remember being in a negative place; he’s always been an optimist. but when he had, he’s never coped with it properly. when he felt the woman moving closer he did nothing but scoot over a tiny bit. the truth was, he wouldn’t have said yes if she asked to sit with him, but he wasn’t going to stop it otherwise. his eyes remained towards the ground and he didn’t even glance over. if he did, he’d lose it.
her voice was somewhat soothing and while she was talking, he had almost lost himself in the tone before realizing the message of it - she was trying to reach out to. that’s what he thought. granted, he was the one with tears down his face, but you don’t just do this for a complete stranger unless you’re invested somehow. after leaving her words hanging in the air, and wiping his eyes once more as the other advised, he started to reply. maybe it would be therapeutic or something.
“i don’t know... i guess that’s the problem. all my life i haven’t known half of it and i’ve been okay with it; but, it seems like recently it’s started having obstacles.” like situations with people he’s never met and memories that shouldn’t exist. he wanted to shut down this conversation - adrian felt like he should just apologize and go back inside. instead he continued. they’ll never see eachother again, right? he decides to keep going; she felt kindly maybe even familiar. “i can’t remember my old man, but i saw him up there. i mean not physically, but i just saw a hint of him and i’m not sure.” pause. “it just scares me. maybe he does or maybe it does, but i just don’t know.” what to say, what to think, what to feel, what to do. that was the most he could express because that’s all there is.
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