Who: Mandy and Roger When: Tuesday Evening Where: Mandy's Flat What: Comfort from a friend Rating: PG - Language Status: In Progress
Mandy was trying to catch her breath. It had been a couple of years since she'd had a panic attack and she felt like there was an elephant sitting on her chest. Lying down on the floor, she was taking deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. She hated this and all of the pressure that had just slammed into her and the worst part was that the person she was falling in love with had told her to stay away. Too exhausted to cry and too panicked to do anything but lay on her floor, Mandy's hand trembled and she tried to think of how she was going to repair this and how she was going tell Oliver about her past.
When the door opened, Mandy knew it was Roger. She'd had to say one word and that was it. She knew he'd come, hopefully with a potion in tow. Maybe he'd had one lying about his place. The floor was cool and while it wasn't an obvious choice for most people, she'd opened the window, the cold, night air washing over her as she let her forehead rest against the wood. Her life had suddenly gone from perfect to disastrous. There was part of her that was trying to understand Oliver's decision and she couldn't get there. He didn't seem to care a thing about her. That hurt. Deeply.
She tilted her head, letting her cheek rest against the floor, staring at Roger's shoes, her breathing ragged. "Hi," she said, sadly, voice hoarse. She should probably be more concerned about her clothing but Roger had seen her before in her usual pajamas. Short shorts, a long sleeve tee and knee socks.