#elodieresponse

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{ @overachievrs }

“I-I really love your hair,” Elodie never speaks, nor talks to someone, nor goes up to someone to talk to; school was a nightmare to her. It was probably by time to mingle while she was stuck here for another few months, then graduate and just hide if it was possible. And who better than to talk to than another girl? With her recent incident, and a pregnancy on the way, Elodie wasn’t really one to talk. Or at least didn’t want to; but at least the discussion didn’t come up as she wasn’t showing. Thank God. But she attempts a tiny smile for the other.

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{ @runningonxempty​ x }

Elodie was out of her comfort zone while delivering the mail to the appropriate receiver. But, she didn’t want important mail going missing. Plus, it was for her to try her best to mingle, considering she was a quiet person. At least that’s what her therapist told her to do. She opened her mouth to say something when the other came into view, but just moved into her pocket for the envelope. Handing it out to the stranger, Elodie brushed her hair behind her ear with her free hand.  “This isn’t for me,” she said softly. “This... mail is um... addressed to this apartment, not mine. H---here.” 

She didn’t really talk to other people, let alone others in her building. But the building manager was a nice enough that she had no problem with her. However, this issue shouldn’t have been happening. Yet, here Elodie was. “Sorry.” Her gut told her to apologize, because they were probably much better doing something else than answering a door to someone who barely spoke to begin with anyways.