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text 📲 dr (hot)ness

Finley: I feel like that was sarcasm but yes! It’s tragic!

Finley: Ok well, I think my goldfish is also sick...

Nessa: A real tragedy, I just wiped my own tears.

Nessa: Goldfish? When did you get one? Don't think I've seen you set foot on the clinic for that.

#text:finley #LMAOOO BUSTED

text 📲 Kipley Rowe

Kipley: Oh. Right. That. Ella and I greatly appreciate you not firing me.

Kipley: It was just a harmless prank. I didn't lock the door or anything.

Kipley: However, you should probably remind HIM that calling other employees foul names and telling them they'll regret said prank isn't exactly what Healthy Tails stands for either.

Kipley: ...you're probably better off putting the two of us on opposite shifts. I don't think either of us can play nice, honestly.

Nessa: I could never... you are one of the best employees I've ever had. You know that.

Nessa: Well, the cameras don't have audio so could you please tell me what he said? So I can say something too. No behavior like that is allowed in our workspace.

Nessa: I doubt that, he needs to repay something now. But, maybe he can work on a different area, not too close to you.

#text:kipley

leedalhwan‌:

“Yes, I’ve told him” he readily answered. “I told him I want to get better. He knows I’m sober. He’s aware I’m looking for help. I just.. I just can’t do that around him, y’know?” he passed his hand through his own hair. Why was it so easy not to spell everything out to Nessa? Seriously, after he had started talking, now was hard to stop. Not that he should. But he didn’t know he was holding so much with him without sharing the whole story with anyone, he never had someone he could trust with so much, after all.. or a reason to share everything with them, for the matter. “I think I should have looked for help before I came here, but… I’m here. All I can do is stay away from him. It’s been 2 weeks…” it was as hurtful as abstinence. But somehow… quicker. Below all the pain, somethings were clearer. Or they seemed to be now that he spoke out loud and as the woman in front of him supported him without even thinking. His own fucking family wouldn’t have done that— they’d pay, that’s for sure, but they would never listen. Much less comprehend and still look at him the same way. And stop fucking waiting for something he was not.

50/50? Was she serious? And there was even the other option, but Lee would never consider so. Not when Nessa was already putting so much on the line for him, clueless that he had a family behind it all that could afford anything he fucking wanted if he sold his soul in return. Which was neither tempting nor fair. “You are amazing” he shooked his head before unexpectedly hugging her tightly. He was not crying anymore, even though his voice was husky. He was just… numb? Not a bad kind of numb. It was the calm after the storm. Or at least he deeply hoped it was after and not before, or else he’d be screwed. He let go of the woman, as he chuckled a little… indeed, Moonie was the wisest young one. He just hoped he hadn’t realized so this late. If he had looked for help before, they wouldn’t all be in this situation and there would be no broken hearts.

“I want to start as soon as possible, Nessa… and I’ll pay for half of it. And also do extra work. And continue doing things around the house” he added quickly. Why was it so easy to have a normal life? Fuck, months ago he was a rick kid being fully afforded by his parents and now… well, he hadn’t ever worked this hard. Ever. And with that woman standing there, by his side, telling him he was capable of doing so, of getting better, of being better… hell, he felt like he could conquer the fucking world. He grinned wildly at her before hugging her once again, the tears streaming down his cheeks once more.

“I understand that. There’s things that you gotta do on your own. And you gotta heal first... I’m sure he’ll be so happy and proud to see you doing better. Seems that he only wants the best for you”, she reassured him. “Hey... it is never too late to ask for help. It’s never too late to start over”, she reminded him, placing a hand on his shoulder and offering a reassuring smile right after. “We’ll get you the help you need. You’ll do better, it will all be worth it... when would you like to start?”, she looked over at him. When he unexpectedly hugger her, she embraced him back, holding him tightly. “Look, I’ve never had a sibling but... I can help but see you as a little brother that I want to help. Even when I barely know you... I believe in you”, she shared wholeheartedly.

“It’s okay... like I said, we can arrange something. You can do some more work at the vet, but let’s first focus on your mental well being, okay? Don’t overdo yourself, the time will come to repay me when you are in a better headspace”, she explained. She smiled once more when he found himself back into her arms. She still didn’t understand why she was so fond of him when they haven’t known each other for long. But it felt nice to have someone around the house after long years of being on her own, someone who understood perfectly what alone and broken meant. Maybe that was the reason behind the connection they found. “I can call the doctor tomorrow morning, and we’ll arrange you an appointment as soon as he says he’s available”

#lee3 #wholesome :')

text 📲 Serena

Nessa: So... don't shit your pants but.

Nessa: The kid just shared some things with me.

Nessa: And I'll be helping him get treatment... psychiatric treatment.

#' don't shit your pants but ' -says something alarming-#same nessa same #text:millie

text 📲 dr (hot)ness

Finley: 1) Tigers are technically cats 2) It’s an emergency because literally everyone else in Springhill has watched this show and I’m at risk of spoilers every time I set foot out my door

Finley: 🤷‍♂️

Nessa: Well... isn't it tragic.

Nessa: Still doesn't sound like an emergency to me.

#LMAO she is like 'this guy srsly'#text:finley

text 📲 Kipley Rowe

Kipley: Rut roh. That's never good. What's up?

Nessa: Don't worry. I won't fire you or anything but I... saw some things on the security cameras. I think you know what I'm talking about.

Nessa: I'm not sure if you and Lee have some history of disliking each other so you'd pull those little pranks on him but you know that's not what Healthy Tails aims for. We want a safe and friendly environment for clients and their fur babies.

Nessa: Just a heads up. Needed to be said or reminded.

#kflgjh uh oh #text:kipley

leedalhwan‌:

It was probably the same Ivy, it was a small town, and he knew Ivy from New York too. But he never expected to hear such story… it made sense, though, that Nessa had already been in that road before trying to help someone. But it still left a lot to think the fact that she was doing it all again, even after failing the first time, knowing the things that could happen under her roof, the things he could to her… she couldn’t be that good in karate to grab a guy. But somehow, knowing that, and knowing about the system around the house, made him feel safer. Safer against himself, which was ironic. Oh, wait, had she seen the times he started barking at her chihuahua because she had started barking at him? Those had been some ridiculous scenes…Oh, wait, had she just said that she was proud of him? No one else but Moonie had ever said so. He laughed at it, because, damn, that was so fucked up. He had never heard so from his own family and he hoped he never would because it would mean he had finally given up to their ways… something he wouldn’t be happy at all in doing.

Something, then, crossed his mind. What if Nessa was waiting for him to fail? No— it didn’t make sense. She wouldn’t give him such a big opportunity as this. She was putting her own well being in danger just to give him this chance and fuck him if he ever betrayed her trust. He couldn’t help, though, but feeling the same way he felt when talking to Moonie… trapped. He knew that getting better without a single relapse, an angry outburst, was impossible, and maybe, just maybe, she knew this and was expecting him to make mistakes so she could kick him out? Right, this was stupid, she’d to that right now if actually meant to, right? She had every reason to do so…. as she said, he was confessing a lot of things that wouldn’t normally be confessed to someone that allowed him to stay in the same roof… “Yes… that’s pretty much all we talked about” he muttered. Oh, how hurt the boy had felt… and how guilty Lee was “I… but I will stay away from him, until.. everything pass..” he promised, in a low tone. “I know they are expensive, but I’ll save money” he said, quickly. He was focusing on changing. And he indeed felt better when Nessa expressed how good that help could be, as she had gone something mentally awful as well.

“Nessa.. if I ever hurt you..” he started, gulping. He tried to dry away his tears to finally look at her in the eyes “I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself. You are the best thing that happened to be in a good while, I-” he pierced his lower lips at the very thought, because, well, he’d have a special spot in hell if he did what he feared doing. “It’s just. stronger, it’s not rational. I like having a home to get back too… and I don’t even like puppies, but I do like Nugget..” he allowed a small sad smile. “but maybe I’ll get better… you’ll see. Moonie says I do have a nice version that not everyone is able to meet or see…”

"And how is he dealing with it all? Did you share these intentions to him?”, she curiously asked. The boy seemed to care deeply for his ex boyfriend, Nessa had never fallen that hard for someone in her life before so relationship stuff was out of her expertise. But she’d be lying if she didn’t admit seeing other experiencing those feelings warmed her heart in the very bottom. She stayed in silence for a few seconds when he expressed his desire for starting treatment soon but not having the ways to do so. An idea occurred her mind then, she took another sip of her tea before letting out her thoughts. “See, kid”, she started, placing the cup of tea back in the table. “We can arrange that”, she reassured him.

“I know mental health is important and I wished more people gave it the needed attention and importance. I also know a lot of young men like yourself don’t have easy access to it, but it still means a life changing step”, she paused a little. “We can... have a deal, I can help you with it. We can arrange something... maybe 50 and 50 to beginning with. Maybe I fully help you, then maybe you repay me in a way by working some more at the vet? I’ll be completely honest with you: I don’t care about the money spent if it’s for the greater good and helping. But some people are too shy to accept full help so... I offer alternatives, let me know which one you wanna take”, she smiled at him. It was true: her kind and helping nature for animals, applied for humans too when she grew to care for them. And Lee, even if she didn’t know him that well after only two weeks had grown on her.

“I know doctors here, we can start... as soon as you want”, she shared. His next words sounded dangerous enough, she smiled at his mention of her being the best thing that happened to him in town, then she sighed a little when he finished his words. “Well, yeah. Like I said... it helps understand why, it doesn’t excuse it”, she reminded him. She sounded like a mother protecting her actual kid by now. It was a side not even Nessa knew from herself. “And thanks, you also were an amazing unexpected thing to happen in my life... such an unlikely pair”, she chuckled lightly. “But... I do agree with Moonie. That young man seems wise enough”, she nodded. “I do believe we all have a ‘good’ side and a ‘bad’ side. And it is up to us which one we show more to the world, you know? I also believe that even if the chemicals in your brain tell you to do stuff... if you start your treatment you’ll be able to learn to control it and, it will be hard and a lot of work but you already did the hardest part which is accepting you need the help so I think you are already on the other side... kuddos to you, I know you can do this Lee”

#lee2

leedalhwan‌:

Saying that her reaction was surprising to him was an understatement. He had hoped, in the best possibility, that she’d get to her room and spend hours thinking and avoiding him; probably thinking about how to kick him out? Or how fucking nuts it would be to keep an abusive imbecile under her own roof? Nothing could ever have prepared him for her tears she shed. Or the tight hug she gave him. The warm and tender way she held him. Or the empathic way she opened her heart, telling him of her own struggles; maybe the way they both shared that long-lasting lonely feeling was what put them together? It made sense. He couldn’t help but to, behind the sobs and wet face, smile just a little, at the thought of that stupid puddle. He used to be so averse to dogs, but, hell, how to keep doing so when he lived in a house filled with them and Nugget was so damn adorable all the time? Suddenly it made sense why people would keep those pets around. Loneliness sucked. But being around the fury ones was nice. And around Nessa too. No wonder he was letting himself be hugged and he indeed felt better with her support.

“You are amazing, Nessa…” he told her, muttering. As if it was some secret. He hadn’t felt that kind of support not even from his family… they’d mostly deal with his shit as a problem, not a person trying to survive it through. Now, with Nessa, it felt completely different… He had never talked about what happened like this, not ever. “b-but I’m not done. I am clean, but…” he took a deep breath, getting away from her hold because it wasn’t fucking fair to her; she didn’t know everything, she still had to have the chance to jump away from that sinking boat that Lee represented. She still could change her mind. She still could hate him. Or maybe his family was indeed paying her a lot of money to stand around him like that, even knowing the danger she was in. “You re in danger around me, Nessa” he sniffled, his voice somewhat steady as he tried to keep himself from falling into tears again— he had to be strong enough to spill it all out. “Do you know… do you know Ivy?” he carefully asked, again looking away because he just couldn’t stand if she looked scared of him… it had hurt him so badly to hear Moonie say that he was afraid, he wouldn’t stand Nessa too… “I.. hurt her” he whispered. And with a broken voice, he explained that very tiring night, the Spring Fest. The panic anxiety attack while talking to Kipley. How he was not well at all. How he talked to Ivy but then flipped at her words. Then how he took Moonie home without telling a single thing to him— he even confessed that, when he went to sleep with his ex-boyfriend, he was so sucked by all the emotion he didn’t manage to even remember the bullshit he had done.

“I’m.. I’m not ok” he confessed “But- I’ll look for help. As soon as I can.. like, a doctor” he promised right after finishing the whole story. He sniffled. “I don’t want to feel angry and sad all the time, Nessa…” he said, as he cried once more. What a fucking idiot he had turned into… always crying his problems, always the victim. The world indeed would be better without someone like him… or maybe he should get a drink. Like his virtual friend. She hadn’t relapsed in her old drugs, she just relaxed a little with alcohol, after all… “I’ll understand if you want me gone. I would want me gone too.” jesus, poor Ivy… and what about Nessa’s pets? What if someday he lost his shit and beat them? He had never done so to an animal but he also hadn’t hit a woman… and still, he eventually did it. Ivy… “I’m so fucking sorry for Ivy, you have no idea how many damn times I think about it every day. Every single day… And Moonie is so upset...”

‘You are in danger’, those four words alone were enough to worry anyone as soon as they left someone’s mouth. Especially leaving the lips of someone who is living under her same roof. When he let go of their embrace she sit back where she was, her face of obvious worry at the suspense of what came next. “Danger?”, she asked worringly and frowning a little, before she found herself again on the very same spot of the couch she was earlier before: facing him. “...Ivy?”, another preoccupied ask. Could it be the very same Ivy that Nessa knew? That she had seen around town just a couple of weeks ago. The Nessa she opened her heart and her door to only to be betrayed right after. “Ivy Calder?”, she asked right after. “You hurt her? How?”, another worried pair of questions out loud.

When he began to explain... it was all too hard to process. Yes, Nessa was aware how Ivy could be and how she could lead to someone losing her senses with her. But that could never justify using physical violence against her. Her expression of worry and empathy had turned into one of fear and confusion. But could you blame her? Wide eyed she listened to the rest of his story. She signed deeply before saying something. “See... kid”, she began, taking a sip of the tea before continuing. Maybe that’ll help her relax a little. “What you just told me... it is the worst thing you can share with someone who is trusting you to be sleeping under the same roof as them”, she let out another sigh. “I just... want to let you know I once... had a very similar situation”, if this was the same Ivy... the universe worked in such mysterious ways of connecting all their paths here and now.

“I also had an Ivy... which might be the same Ivy you hurt”, she began her story. “I did the same for her as I’m doing it for you. Back in New York City. She was just eighteen, homeless. I found her very similarly to how I found you. My aunt had recently passed away so I guess I needed some company too cause the house felt too empty. I knew she was a troubled kid, like yourself... but she promised to behave”, she paused. “One night I found her using at my home”, she looked up to see him. “It was scary at best and I also... felt in danger, but she promised me with her heart she wouldn’t do it again. I trusted her”, she shook her head. “Then I found her using again and you know what happened? I kicked her out of my house on a rainy night and she never heard from me again”, her tone becoming a more serious one.

“So... I guess it’s only fair for me to do the same with you. To, allow you to promise you won’t have an outburst around me or my babies cause if I ever see you even trying to put one finger on either of us, you’ll suffer the same fate as Ivy. I also... know karate”, she warned him, looking right at him in the eye. “I’ve got cameras around, in case you were wondering... also a security system. This house is well protected cause I never want my babies to be at risk of anything. Thankfully we’ve never been robbed or anything. I also sleep with my door closed and with them inside so I wouldn’t fear you doing something. And if you tried to do something to Richie he’d beat your ass first”, she tried to joke lightly.

“But what you did to Ivy was incredibly wrong. I know she can be some type of way that makes you want to lose it, but that’s no excuse. And I won’t take the ‘oh you’ve beaten a woman’ flag here because beating anyone in the first place is shitty as it is. I’m a vet, not a psychiatrist but I do believe something more is there... and it doesn’t justify either all the shit you’ve done but it can help you understand why. And the first step is recognizing something’s wrong and that you need help, so you are already on the other side. Once again: you are braver than you give yourself credit for, kid. I’m proud of you”, she smiled. “Have you tried looking for doctors around? Know what’s the price range?”, she asked. “During my college years I struggled pretty badly with depression, still do at times but it’s not as badly as it was back then. I was on anti depressants for a while too”, she shared. “So, yeah... that whole thing helped me understand myself better. I also did some things under being depressed and when I got diagnosed it all just made sense” she explained attentively. Incredible how even after all he had confessed she still felt like giving him a chance. Maybe she saw too much of himself on him. “And of course Moonie is hurt... I mean, she is one of his best friends, isn’t she? I suppose that was the main topic when you went to see him and that’s why you’ve been so down ever since”

#lee2 #tw depression

sureivy‌:

there was no way – not a chance in heaven, hell, or anywhere in between that ivy would be able to earn nessa’s trust again. had she not been enough ? yes, perhaps ivy was still a teenager at the time, but things just got worse from there – within those six years, her judgment had literally gotten even worse. she had betrayed the trust of someone who had cared for her, of someone she’d cared for, of the first person she’d ever felt a connection with; she had betrayed the trust of the woman who let her in and offered her the love and support she needed in favor of substances she was still looking for god in. she didn’t know what she could say – she had no plans of getting on her knees and begging for forgiveness unlike some people, but that’s getting a bit too meta, but would she just let the elephant in the room… stand there ? “ it’s… a nice place. very, uh – very high-quality. ” so… she was ? “ ah, yeah – i… this is… probably unorthodox, but… ” suddenly… chicken heisting felt very dumb. it would feel genius later when she drank some more, of that she was sure, but… the discomfort was tangible. “ y’know, i can just, like… come back later. ”

Nessa kept on giving her the death stare the whole time. She was there: being classic Ivy. Nessa was sure she had arrived to her store to ask for some silly thing for one of her drunken adventures. “Yeah, very high quality indeed”, she agreed coldly. It was obvious the girl was running out of ideas by now, and you could sense how awkward and tense the scenery was by now. ‘Unorthodox’, Nessa couldn’t help but let out a quiet mocking smile at her fancy use of words. “No, go ahead... what drunken idea occurred to you now? What were you needing for that?”, she asked sarcastically. “No. Why later? Just ask it now... you are here so”, she paused. “But I have a better question for you, before you go: are drugs still a better choice than a home?”, she stared at her, a small mocking grin forming on her face as she awaited for an answer.

#THIS IS SO LATE #but the gays are still mad #ivy1

tydrayton

There wasn’t much that got Carter to go for a run, but sometimes she just felt the itch to be active and that’s what had her going for a jog in the park on a Monday evening. It was only once in a blue moon you would find her doing this, and tonight the moon had to have been secretly blue. Carter rounded a corner in the park and almost ran into someone before skidding to a halt. “Shit, sorry!” she spoke, slightly out of breath, “This is why I usually choose to stay on my couch, safer that way. For me, and the general population.” @shstarters

nessamitchell

Nessa was walking her four dogs after a long shift at work. The air was fresh enough, and the dogs were thriving. It was always a relaxing time, especially after learning so much dark truths from Lee and trying to process it all. Nugget was wanting to run all around: she was always the hardest pup to control. Then there were Cookie and Freddie: always well behaving. And well... Lily was just a moody one so she seemed to just be wanting the thing to be over. Suddenly, she felt someone bumping into her. “Careful! I’ve got four kids here”, she let out, both half annoyed and half joking lightly. “It’s fine. We doing good... not a big fan of working out?”

#carterxnichols #thread

moondaemin-deactivated20200428

LOCATION: Cloak & Stagger DATE: Saturday, Evening. STATUS: open ( @shstarters )

—— Sports night. Lately, Daemin had been looking for reasons to stay connected to this town other than cheap rent and his family, but he was struggling. They came from Seoul, he could’ve sworn he had lived in bigger cities for longer time than he had been living here, so, despite the fact that he had been living in Springhill permanently for the last six months, it still didn’t feel completely like home to him. So that’s why he was there, sitting at Cloak & Stagger, watching some night basketball game and rooting for a team he had never rooted for before.

“Alright, Jimmy…” He said to the bartender. “If we score another two-points, I’ll buy a drink my friend here.” Daemin smiled, motioning his head to the person next to him. “Make it a double if it’s a three-point.” As he was almost done saying this, the team he was rooting for scored a three-point, making him close his fist in celebration, before turning to the person beside him. “Alright, I always keep my promises, so… what’s your drink of choice?”

nessamitchell

Nessa had never been a big fan of sports but she sure as hell was an avid fan of spending time by herself at a bar. It was also amusing to see the people who were into the game being so passionate about it. The only passion Nessa truly had was for animals and healing or helping them. But there was no denying that deep inside her heart, it was warming to see others share so openly a passion of theirs. She turned to the voice a man talking on her direction. She recognized him, though they weren’t the closest of friends: he was a frequent costumer at the bar so they had shared a few talks here and there over the past few months. “Ah, sports always bringing the best out of people”, she joked, chuckling a little. “I think you should know by now that rum and coke is my shit”

#she was a native but moved out at 10 and has been here for six years so i !!! made up this connection #also im same writer as moonie hi omg #thread #moondaemin

flossiehawkinss

“dog dates, dog dates–we love dog dates.” flossie opened the door jovially, to her friend who she hadn’t seen a while and was delighted that nessa had made the suggestion of dog dates. nessa was a special friend; the friend she never thought she would have but was grateful to have her anyway. She picked up Bertie’s paw, and waved it. “Hello my friend.” She said in a low voice than chuckled. “I’ve been alone for too long. Come in!” She greeted her as she ushered her friend through the door. “Now, it’s either…coffee or wine…or both–You know, up to you.”

@nessamitchell

nessamitchell

Flossie and Nessa had become an unlike pair of friends. Nessa would have never expected she’d end up bonding so well with someone as bubbly and bright as Floss. But she seemed to help her balance all her moodiness as she always found a way to put a smile on her face. Of course, dog dates became a tradition for the pair by now. Sharing a love for dogs was probably one of things that helped them build well enough the unlikely relationship. “Bertie!” she excitedly cooed at the lovely sausage dog she was holding. “Is his tummy doing better now? You doing better Bertie?”, she cooed once more. “Well, I brought my Cookie of course”, she playfully shook a little the arm she was holding him with. “And I decided to bring Lily in hopes she lets loose, you know she’s a grumpy one... but hey, she needs to learn to have friends”, she joked, showing the tiny chihuahua that was groaning a little and resting in her other arm. “Next time I promise it will be Nugget and Freds, it was these two turn first”

#lkjgd so wholesome #flossie1

leedalhwan‌:

Well.. she seemed calm. She wasn’t freaking out. Yet. Maybe she would after listening to everything he had to say — the violence, the drugs, the alcohol. He froze there for a moment because, good damn it, was it hard to spell it all out! Especially knowing that he was probably destroying any possibility of staying with Nessa. And he wanted to stay so badly, they weren’t related at all but he felt so good by having that room to come back to! And seeing her and those stupid pups of hers. Even though it was temporary. And even though this little win in his life was happening in such a depressing time of his life. But, damn, he needed to be honest, as his virtual friend said. He’d accomplish nothing by leaving Nessa in the dark and, fuck, after thinking a lot about the Ivy situation, he now was aware that Nessa was putting herself in danger by allowing him to stay. “I- I really came from New York” he started, not daring to look at her again, aware that he was most likely to be kicked out of her home when she heard it all.

It was obvious his voice was shaken, but he was not stepping back. It had taken days for him to be brave enough to initiate this conversation, for good or for worst, he was either fucking his chances of staying or intensifying her trust in him, right? This last one he very much doubted, though. He felt tears falling. No one had ever seen him cry so often as Nessa or Moonie. It was weird that he had opened himself so much to someone that, even though had helped him a lot, was still a stranger. “I was doing all sort of fucked up stuff there,… like…” ok, he had never been so hesitant in using the word, but right now he was ashamed “coke and alcohol” hell, it had been so easy to use over and over again, why was it so hard to express? Lee closed his own eyes, passing his hands through his hair. As he spoke again he warned her not to interrupt him, otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to tell her everything and it wasn’t fair to her. And, well, he told her. Everything he managed to in that moment, at least. About Moonie. How they met, how he constantly hurt the other. The roller coaster that his life was. The cheating situation. His obsession with the boy, even though he didn’t use such a word. He even told her about his suicidal attempt and, fuck, he couldn’t go on as he was finishing telling about that tiring and sorrowful day— he still felt empty, alone. And describing that was just like intensifying everything and fuck, why wasn’t the tea working?? Lee started crying like a baby. His family hadn’t been there for him, not as he wanted them to be. Moonie hadn’t been there. No one was there. No one was there simply because no one could fucking stand him, he was too much of a freak, a trouble maker, useless trash. Why the fuck Nessa had taken him in? Maybe she was just someone his family hired… which would make sense, they were, mostly, assholes. After all, he had to learn from someone. But now… now he needed help. He didn’t want to be like that. He wasn’t always like that. Nessa didn’t even get the chance to know his ‘better half’, as Moonie had named.

Nessa sat in front of him, taking her cup of tea to listen to what he had to say. “Thanks for the tea”, she added briefly before letting him start. She nodded when he said he came from New York. She didn’t doubt that for a second but he seemed to be leading to somewhere darker. ‘Fucked up stuff’, well kids always get involved in fucked up shit, don’t they? Nessa had been a teenager too, teens are curious and just want to live their lives to the fullest. However, his next words caught her off guard. Her eyes couldn’t help but widen at his mention of ‘coke’. Flashbacks of catching Ivy using at her home were vivid in her head. She didn’t want a repeat of that. But he seemed to be talking in past tense which was... something.

She listened attentively to all he had to say, not interrupting for a second but her facial expressions reacting to what he was saying: sometimes frowning, others nodding, others expressing worry or pain for him. It was surprising to hear all that Moonie had been through with him, the kid had always seemed bright and Nessa would have never imagined he had been living such torment of a broken heart behind closed doors. But that was life: you never knew who was suffering just from seeing them put on a facade. Lee was another example of that. Though Nessa had noticed he had been quiet and low, especially after he went out to meet up with his ex boyfriend. She never knew what happened, and she did her best not to be too nosy, but he seemed to be pretty depressed right after.

She couldn’t help but get choked up when he mentioned a suicide attempt. A single tear escaping her as he shared his story with his heart in hand. Incredibly how she felt so connected to someone she didn’t really know, to someone she was just actually getting to meet right now. When the boy broke down she hesitated for a second if approaching, but her protective nature to those she grew to care for took over. So she embraced him as he cried uncontrollably. This kid was as alone as how she was when she lost her aunt. She understood that pain: feeling lost, having no one out there. Needing a simple hug, someone out there saying it will be okay. It hit too close to home so she couldn’t help but shed a few more tears.

“Hey, it’s okay”, she reassured him with a soft voice. “You’re still here after all that, you are braver than you think you are. I can guarantee... you are one of the bravest people I’ve known”, she shared. It was true: it wasn’t easy to keep on being clean with no professional help at all. “You’ve managed to stay clean all by yourself and you are... trying to do better. You deserve a second chance in life just like all of us do”, she paused. “And I do... understand the feeling of being all alone in this world but, even if we hadn’t known each other for long... you have me, and my babies too... think Nugget would be licking your face right now if she was here and she would be as broken hearted as me for seeing you like this”, she chuckled lightly, sniffing a little. “Thanks for trusting me with all this information, I think you... already know the most painful parts of myself. Losing my parents at age 10, then my aunt before I finished my studies. All I really had was Millie and my dogs”, she continued, opening her heart to him too. “If there’s anything you need I am here to help you in the best way I can find. You don’t have to do this alone”

#aww my heart #lee2

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presley was back under the spotlight again, performing at different places to promote her incoming single, which was about to be released in a couple of hours. she could compare how different it is to perform in a bar from other places though, a place like this is a bit more intimate, with the audience a little bit closer to you, which why it was decided for her to perform acoustic versions of her songs. as she performed on stage, there was someone in the crowd who caught her eye, she wasn’t sure if it was her, she might be just imagining things, that’s why she decided to shrug it off. it’s been how many years? it’s just impossible for vanessa to be here. vanessa. it’s definitely her voice. the songwriter subtly took a deep breath before turning around to face the older woman. “vanessa,” she greets, giving her a small smile. her heart was thumping out of her chest, but she’s not gonna let her know that. “yeah….how many years it has been?”

Even after all these years, there was still a spark of that old Presley who was too nervous to approach her as a college student. The shy, bubble girl she had once met now seemed to have grown to a strong, confident woman. When she suddenly vanished and their weekly meetings at that bar in New York stopped happening. Nessa always wondered if she was okay after hearing the news about her parents all around. But there was no way she could reach out, she also understood if all she wanted to do was vanished. She just prayed she was okay. After all, Nessa had lost her own parents too as a kid so she knew the pain of it all. She giggled a little as she called her by her full name. Nessa noticed she was nervous, something that deep inside amused her. “I’m not sure but I’d safely say around 7 at least”, she smiled at her. “What have you been up to? What brings to my hometown? Never thought I’d find you again here”