Rachel Sully (rachelsully) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-07-26 10:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !plot, ~rachel sully |
Who: Rachel and Ty
Where: Rachel's apartment
What: talking
When: after this
Rating: Low
Open: Nope
Status: gdoced complete
Rachel sat in her apartment not really sure what was going to happen. She wasn’t going to just tell Ty not to come over because the truth was, she wanted him to. She wanted him to come tell her how she was wrong. How she wasn’t who she thought she was. At least that’s what she hoped would happen. That he wouldn’t just run away like everyone else. She had on a baggy sweatshirt and some loose fitting jeans, her hair back in a ponytail. She wasn’t made up and she really thought she looked horrible, but she didn’t care. She closed her eyes and took a couple of deep breaths as she waited, trying to imagine what would happen when Ty arrived. --- Ty wasn't sure what he should expect. He wasn't even sure what had happened. They had seemed fine. He had wanted to give her some space. Give himself some space as well. Dawn was still present on his mind. He had loved her with all his heart. A part of him still did. So if she was still not over her ex like she had said, there was nothing in him that couldn't understand it. He didn't know where everything else had come from and why she had chosen such an impersonal way to tell him. Had he not mattered that much? Was she too caught up in her own depression? But she hadn't seemed depressed the last time they had met and he was an expert when it came to that state of the mind. He had brought today's baking product: muffins with chocolate chips. As long as he still tasted something, their oven wouldn't get a day off. Softly he knocked on the door. --- Rachel took a deep breath and let it out slowly when she heard the knock on the door. She got up and straightened her clothes a bit before answering the door. “Hey.” She cleared her throat. She didn’t look him in the eye but she did at least look at his face, her eyes focusing roughly on his nose so that maybe she’d give the impression of eye contact. “Come on in.” She stepped aside and gestured for him to enter. --- "Hey," Ty gave back and stepped inside. She did not look well. "Muffins?" he asked, holding the plate in front of her. --- "Thanks." She took one of the muffins and took a small bite. "This is really good." She nodded. "Neds some milk to go with it. Would you like some?" She tried to smile but it didn't quite reach her eyes. --- “ Yes, please," he said and followed her into the room. He put the plate down onto the couch table. “So what brought this sudden change?" He wasn't one to beat around the bush. He rather pushed it out in the open. --- She nodded and headed into the kitchen. She took a minute to gather her thoughts as she poured the milk. She then brought the two glasses into the living room, setting them down by the muffins before taking a seat. "I...was talking to someone and was made to realize that a relationship is a really bad idea right now." She cleared her throat. "I thought that I was over him. Thought that I could get past it. But it was pointed out that I'm apparently a selfish drama queen who can't let anything go." --- Ty frowned at her. “ If you believe to be over it, why is it such a big deal that that person thinks you aren't?" His thoughts jumped back to Dawn. She would have just told them to stuff it. In a more ladylike way. --- "I don't know." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to keep her emotions under control. "I just....I get this way sometimes. I start doubting myself, feeling like shit...." She sniffled and wiped at her eyes. "I try to talk to my friends, to my sister...just trying to get things out. Trying to get advice or comfort or something. I always end up getting told that I just need to get over it already. My sister hates it because she can feel it when I'm depressed. I hate that I'm interfering with her happiness. " She picked up one of the glasses and took a drink, wishing it was something stronger. "I just want a chance to be happy, you know? To get all this crap out of my head." --- “ Then what keeps you from being happy?" he asked. He wasn't sure how exactly other people could be that unhappy when they had warmth and taste and other senses. For him, the hand she had been dealt was quite good. --- "I want to be over all this. It's stupid that it still bothers me. I was over it before I got sent back here but it was easy because there it never happened. Then I come back and the wound was opened all over again. I thought maybe talking to him would help. Really give me closure. But he doesn't want to talk to me. Won't even be in the same room with me." She sighed. "And everyone is blaming me for all of this. I just get told to get over it and move on. Nobody even seems to care that he's the one that ended the relationship." She sighed. "I know you probably don't want to hear any of this." She sniffled. "I really am just being ridiculous, aren't I?" --- Ty smiled slightly, then shook his head no. "No. It can take time to get over a relationship. I don't think forcing yourself works." Not if it was real love. Like the one he and Dawn had shared. --- “I’m sorry about all of this.” She sighed. “I really like you, Ty. I do. And kissing you…..felt so good.” She wiped her eyes. “I really thought that I could move on.” She reached over and took his hand. “You’re a really amazing guy.” --- "Thank you," he said with a smile. It held a tinge of sadness. "Give it time. You will get there." He considered asking questions about her past relationship. But it was too fresh. He didn't want to hear about it. “ Just don't let yourself be told what to do by others. They don't know what it's like to walk in your shoes." --- She nodded and squeezed his hand. "One of the things I need to work on." She sighed. "How about we have these wonderful muffins and spend the time we're eating them talking about absolutely nothing?" She was really glad he hadn't just accepted her email and gone on. --- "Good plan," he replied with a half sigh. He added a small smile and took one of the muffins. “So these or the cupcakes?" --- "Cupcakes have icing so...." She chuckled softly. |