mundane and routine, that was what this was. another day organizing movies on shelves and attending to the needs of customers. this is where you spent most of your time, the rest of it spent writing and overseeing local news. this was the distraction that you needed. a distraction from the things that you still so desperately sought to ignore. how long had it been since you’d seen heather? nearly two weeks? perhaps the longest that you’ve gone without seeing your girlfriend, ever. you could hardly shake the memories of what had happened. the mind control, all of it. the way that she had nearly destroyed you just as so many others had been destroyed and controlled. it’s the doorbell that stirs you, turning around to greet customer but simply being face to face with the one that you’d been avoiding.
heart pounds in chest, eyes wide at the sight of her. clearing your throat.
“ if you’ve come to talk, i told you that i’m not ready for that. please leave. ”
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