How Do You Mend a Broken Heart? [1/2]
Title: How Do You Mend a Broken Heart?
Pairings: Lea/Dianna, Lea/Theo, mentions Heather/Naya, implied Jayma/Jessalyn
Rating: PG-13 for swearing and mentions of sex
Length: ~2,700 for this part, ~5,400 total
Summary: Dianna is left to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart.
Author's Note: After the events of the SAG Awards and the lack of Lea/Dianna and the abundance of Lea/Her date big gay beard, I was not the Earth's happiest camper. So what is the logical thing to do? Write angsty fiction, of course! Does this make me sound creepy/overly-invested? Possibly. Do I care? Not really. Have a nice day =)
She hears the whispers and she knows what everyone is saying. They’re saying she looks tired and she needs a vacation. If she’d just turn down one event and get a good night’s rest then she would look so much better. She reads the blogs and the comments from her fans expressing concern over her busy schedule and how they don’t think she’s getting enough rest. She knows all of this and she agrees with all of this. She could use more sleep and she probably does need a night off but it wouldn’t matter if she did take the night off, she wouldn’t get any more sleep than what she’s getting right now. She just isn't happy and her entire body seems to be in a constant state of soreness and her mind never shuts up so she just doesn't sleep. She lives with it. Currently she's sitting in her apartment contemplating going out to buy herself a gift for Glee's big win at the SAG Awards but she's cut off when her phone vibrates on the coffee table. It's a text from Chris.
Hey Di, girls day? You, me, organic facial kits, ice cream & sappy movies.
Dianna sighs. Chris is the one person she knows she can be with that won’t berate her for her attitude.
Sure, be there in a little bit.
She gets to Chris’ place and he meets her at the door with her emergency pajamas she keeps there and a terrycloth robe. She changes quickly and joins him in the kitchen to grab ice cream and they head to the living room to start on facials. The facial mask feels good and she snacks on her favorite ice cream that he so thoughtfully picked up for her.
“How are you doing sweetie?” he asks after a few minutes of silence.
“How do you think, Chris? I had to fucking look at her all night last night with that greasy bastard hanging on her arm. How the hell do you think I am?” She tosses her container of ice cream on the coffee table and lies back against the couch.
“Di you can’t keep doing this to yourself.”
“She shattered my heart. She didn’t break it or crack it, she shattered it. And now she’s rubbing it in my face. Sorry if I’m not back to being all puppies and fucking sunshine.”
“It…it’s been a while though, Di.”
“Yeah, it has. And then she starts dating that ass and every time either of us have any form of alcohol in our systems she is all over me and I’m all over her because I can’t help it, I just want to be close to her. The Golden Globes…that was just horrible. And now I’m getting tweeted with pictures from it left and right and my fans are asking me what’s going on and it’s not like I could answer them when we were together so I sure as hell can’t answer them now…God, I shouldn’t have signed that contract for the second season.”
“Dianna, don’t you dare! You’ve signed the contract, you’re coming back.”
“Of course I’m coming back,” she sighs. “I’m going to talk to Ryan about adding an all-out bitchfight between Quinn and Rachel sometime though. If I could get one shot…”
“You need a serious break, babe,” Chris cuts her off.
“And when am I going to do that?” she snaps. “We’re going to be filming until summer, then we’re touring, I’ll be filming other stuff in between all of that, when we come back from touring we’ll be filming again…Just when exactly am I supposed to take a break?”
Chris sighs. Dianna knows that he knows she doesn’t mean to snap at him.
“When was the last time you slept for more than three hours?”
The blonde scoffs. “The night before Lea moved out.”
“Oh sweetie…” Chris takes a bite of his ice cream and she knows he’s going to ask what she heard he and Amber discussing. “Have you thought about maybe…talking to someone?”
“A therapist?”
“Yeah.”
“I appreciate the concern, I really do, but pills aren’t going to make me happy. They’ll just numb the pain for a while.”
“You’re already numbing it, honey. All the work, the flying everywhere and never giving yourself a break. What do you call that?”
The timer dings before she has time to answer and Chris cleans the mask off and she feels kind of refreshed. She never asks him what’s in his facials because he’s already told her three times he’ll never tell. They snuggle down on the couch with her feet in his lap to watch Donnie Darko because she’s pretty sure she’ll kill something if they watch anything remotely sappy.
She thinks about the suggestion Chris made for a few days but shoves it out of her mind. Then the Monday after Valentine’s Day comes and things change.
“Greaseball”, as she has named him, sends Lea a huge flower arrangement to the set complete with balloons and a stuffed bear. And when she sees Lea squeal and jump up and down all of the exhaustion and emotion hits her and everything goes black.
She wakes up to the sound of a steady beeping rhythm. She reaches up to touch her slightly sore head but the crook of her elbow hurts when she does and she realizes there’s a plastic tube sticking out of it. She looks over to see…
“Mom?” she squeaks out. The one person she didn’t want to see because she’d make her feel absolutely everything she’s been trying not to feel and admit that she wasn’t okay.
“Dianna!” her mother gasps. “Oh baby girl!” she hugs her daughter.
“What time is it?”
“It’s about three in the afternoon.”
“I haven’t been asleep for that long, then,” she says. She remembers that the last time she looked at her watch it was about eleven.
“Baby girl, it’s Wednesday.”
She thinks about the days and realizes she’s slept completely through the remainder of Monday, all day Tuesday, and most of today.
“You didn’t sleep all on your own,” her mother says. “They gave you drugs to help you because Chris said you haven’t done much sleeping for a while now.”
“I’ll kill him…”
“I’m glad he did tell them that. Honey, you look exhausted.”
“I’m fine.” Dianna’s voice quivers. She’s not fine. She knows that, her mother knows that.
“I’ve talked to your doctor and as soon as you’re awake enough for it he’s having a counselor come in and talk to you.”
“I suppose Chris…”
“I asked for it. You haven’t been okay since the day Lea moved out and you need to talk to someone, sweetie.”
She sighs and reluctantly agrees. There’s a woman in business casual attire named Candace sitting in her room less than an hour later with a clipboard.
“So, Ms. Agron, tell me about why you think I’m here.”
She rolls her eyes but knows that there’s no way she’s getting out of this. So she starts at the beginning.
She met Lea at the first pilot reading with the full cast and it was love at first sight. Lea moved in with her and it was complete and total bliss. They fell for each other hard and fast and it was all perfect through the pilot shooting and then getting picked up and doing the summer mall tour and it seemed like nothing could invade their little bubble. Then Lea started acting distant and wouldn’t speak to her. Then Dianna came home from a night out with Chris and Amber to find Lea standing in the living room with her bag packed and holding out the apartment key.
“I slept with someone else,” Lea said. “I’m sorry…it’s just not a good idea for me to be here anymore. I’m so sorry…Di…it’s over.”
And she never slept another full night after that. She went to New York for a few months to film. That didn’t help. She went to Europe a few times. Didn’t help. She started throwing herself into other projects and doing as many charity events and photoshoots as she quite possibly could. She would get drunk anytime Lea was around and they always ended up touchy-feely and the alcohol made her forget that anything bad ever happened. They stole a few moments in dark corners and slept together after the Golden Globes because they were both drunk and on the high from winning. She still didn’t sleep that night, she knew Lea would wake up in the morning and freak out and she just wanted to watch the beautiful woman sleep while she could.
The SAG Awards were horrible. She didn’t have much to drink even though she says she probably should have in order to get through the evening. But she didn’t. And Greaseball was all over Lea and all she could do was sit there and try not to cry. They were forced to take the one picture alone together but that was all she could stand. Then on Monday she saw the flowers and the balloons and it felt like someone dropped a ton of weight on her chest and that was it.
The counselor blinked a few times and scribbled some notes on her clipboard.
“I just made myself sound like a borderline alcoholic with a dependent personality disorder.” Dianna sighs.
“So you’ve researched this?”
“Psychology is interesting.” She shrugs.
“I don’t think you have dependent personality disorder, Ms. Agron. You make your own decisions, you are actually rather independent, and you don’t avidly seek out approval from everyone. I do think, however, that you were rather dependent on this girl for a while and you haven’t yet let go of that. As far as the alcohol, it seems as though it’s connected to the issue and we’ll deal with that.”
She nods. This is going to be a long afternoon.
It’s three hours later that Candace finally says they’re done for the afternoon and leaves a business card with her number and an appointment for the very next day. The counselor will come to the room if Dianna’s still there but if she’s been released then she can go to the office.
Chris comes in just before visiting hours end and he sits with her for a while.
“You scared the hell out of us, Di,” he finally says.
She nods. “I know…I’m so sorry. I talked to someone for a while this afternoon and…I’m really fucked up, Chris.”
“Sweetie, you’re not fucked up. Love just does things to you that nothing can explain.”
“I’m pretty much destined to do intense psychotherapy for the rest of my life.”
“No you’re not. Maybe for a little bit but you just need some help realizing that maybe Lea wasn’t the best thing that ever happened to you. Your life revolved around her so intensely that now you just need to get used to living without her…while she’s simultaneously in it.”
“God, Chris, why didn’t you go to college? You’d be so good at this therapy thing, especially if you kept a freezer in your office stocked with ice cream and your facial ingredients. What you just said, that’s exactly what that woman said before she left, I’m not kidding.”
“If I’d gone to college then I wouldn’t be sitting here talking to you now would I, honey?”
She shakes her head and lets the tears flow. He moves himself to sit on the edge of the bed and she clings to him and cries.
“I…I’m gonna need help,” she sobs. “I…I d-don’t want you t-to think you h-have to…b-but I’m gonna need…”
“Somebody to lean on?” he says with a smile.
She nods and lets out a small laugh.
“You know you can count on me, sweetie. Call me anytime day or night, okay?”
She nods again. “Thank you s-so much, Chris.”
Dianna’s mother stays with her at the hospital where she remains for another day. Candace comes in again and they talk for another three hours, part of it with Dianna’s mother present and even Chris comes in for a bit towards the end while he’s on a break from filming. When he leaves Candace comments that she’s never seen anyone more fit for being a counselor in her entire life and tells Dianna to tell Chris that if he ever decides to get his degree to find her about a job. Dianna agrees to hour-long sessions every weekday after she’s discharged and her mother moves in temporarily to make sure Dianna doesn’t throw away the Ambien the doctor prescribed. The blonde refuses any other pills insisting that a healthy diet and a healthy amount of exercise will do.
Her first day back on set is a week from the incident. She’s greeted with hugs and flowers and stuffed animals from the cast. Lea looks at her from across the room with concern. She knows Chris hasn’t and wouldn’t dare say anything to anyone. She’s talked to the boy every day and he’s been there for her and re-assured her over and over that she’s not a psychopath. After another week of therapy she agrees to try an anti-depressant. She slowly starts letting a few of the other cast members in on where she goes in the middle of filming and they’re all encouraging and they tell her to call if she needs anything.
Lea doesn’t speak to her unless it’s called for in a scene but Dianna does catch the longing glances and the concerned looks when she gets back from her sessions with Candace. She starts getting anonymous encouraging notes on purple paper stuck to her trailer door reading things like “You are amazing” and “I hope you know how inspirational you really are” and sporadic gifts like stuffed animals and her favorite candy. She assumes they’re from Chris or Jessalyn or Naya and Heather or Amber and she’s extra nice to them and extra generous with the hugs which no one protests.
The weeks pass and the counseling sessions are decreased from every day to three times a week, then two. Her mother moves out after a month and being assured that she’ll take the medicine as prescribed. The sessions go over the phone during summer tour and she feels like she’s finally doing better. She’s going out with her friends and laughing and starting to see rainbows again. She hasn’t taken a drink since the SAG Awards. She rescues a puppy from the animal shelter when they get home after the tour. When August comes and filming resumes she notices that Lea still looks at her with concern when she leaves and comes back but they still don’t speak at all unless it’s in a scene and Dianna’s okay with that because she is realizing that she can survive without the brunette bombshell and with good friends like Chris by her side she’s got an excellent support system.
She’s sitting in her trailer looking over the script for the next shoot and laughing at a scene where ‘Kurt’ has a few incredibly hilarious lines and she can’t wait to see what Chris does with them. There’s a knock on the trailer door and she expects no one to be there because that’s how it’s been every time there’s a knock. No one’s there but there’s a note on purple paper or a small gift. She hoists herself up out of her comfortable chair and opens the door.
“Dianna…hi.”
She blinks a few times, expecting the weight to slam into her chest and for things to go black but it doesn’t happen.
“Can I help you?” she says softly. One thing they’re working on in therapy is confidence to face problems and conflict head on but all of those lessons are being thrown out the window at the moment. She looks up and down and sees a piece of purple paper sticking out of the visitor’s pocket.
“I was wondering if we could talk.”
Candace warned her that this might happen. They talked about what she would say and she has to be direct and honest.
“Come in, Lea.”
Part 2
Pairings: Lea/Dianna, Lea/Theo, mentions Heather/Naya, implied Jayma/Jessalyn
Rating: PG-13 for swearing and mentions of sex
Length: ~2,700 for this part, ~5,400 total
Summary: Dianna is left to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart.
Author's Note: After the events of the SAG Awards and the lack of Lea/Dianna and the abundance of Lea/Her date big gay beard, I was not the Earth's happiest camper. So what is the logical thing to do? Write angsty fiction, of course! Does this make me sound creepy/overly-invested? Possibly. Do I care? Not really. Have a nice day =)
She hears the whispers and she knows what everyone is saying. They’re saying she looks tired and she needs a vacation. If she’d just turn down one event and get a good night’s rest then she would look so much better. She reads the blogs and the comments from her fans expressing concern over her busy schedule and how they don’t think she’s getting enough rest. She knows all of this and she agrees with all of this. She could use more sleep and she probably does need a night off but it wouldn’t matter if she did take the night off, she wouldn’t get any more sleep than what she’s getting right now. She just isn't happy and her entire body seems to be in a constant state of soreness and her mind never shuts up so she just doesn't sleep. She lives with it. Currently she's sitting in her apartment contemplating going out to buy herself a gift for Glee's big win at the SAG Awards but she's cut off when her phone vibrates on the coffee table. It's a text from Chris.
Hey Di, girls day? You, me, organic facial kits, ice cream & sappy movies.
Dianna sighs. Chris is the one person she knows she can be with that won’t berate her for her attitude.
Sure, be there in a little bit.
She gets to Chris’ place and he meets her at the door with her emergency pajamas she keeps there and a terrycloth robe. She changes quickly and joins him in the kitchen to grab ice cream and they head to the living room to start on facials. The facial mask feels good and she snacks on her favorite ice cream that he so thoughtfully picked up for her.
“How are you doing sweetie?” he asks after a few minutes of silence.
“How do you think, Chris? I had to fucking look at her all night last night with that greasy bastard hanging on her arm. How the hell do you think I am?” She tosses her container of ice cream on the coffee table and lies back against the couch.
“Di you can’t keep doing this to yourself.”
“She shattered my heart. She didn’t break it or crack it, she shattered it. And now she’s rubbing it in my face. Sorry if I’m not back to being all puppies and fucking sunshine.”
“It…it’s been a while though, Di.”
“Yeah, it has. And then she starts dating that ass and every time either of us have any form of alcohol in our systems she is all over me and I’m all over her because I can’t help it, I just want to be close to her. The Golden Globes…that was just horrible. And now I’m getting tweeted with pictures from it left and right and my fans are asking me what’s going on and it’s not like I could answer them when we were together so I sure as hell can’t answer them now…God, I shouldn’t have signed that contract for the second season.”
“Dianna, don’t you dare! You’ve signed the contract, you’re coming back.”
“Of course I’m coming back,” she sighs. “I’m going to talk to Ryan about adding an all-out bitchfight between Quinn and Rachel sometime though. If I could get one shot…”
“You need a serious break, babe,” Chris cuts her off.
“And when am I going to do that?” she snaps. “We’re going to be filming until summer, then we’re touring, I’ll be filming other stuff in between all of that, when we come back from touring we’ll be filming again…Just when exactly am I supposed to take a break?”
Chris sighs. Dianna knows that he knows she doesn’t mean to snap at him.
“When was the last time you slept for more than three hours?”
The blonde scoffs. “The night before Lea moved out.”
“Oh sweetie…” Chris takes a bite of his ice cream and she knows he’s going to ask what she heard he and Amber discussing. “Have you thought about maybe…talking to someone?”
“A therapist?”
“Yeah.”
“I appreciate the concern, I really do, but pills aren’t going to make me happy. They’ll just numb the pain for a while.”
“You’re already numbing it, honey. All the work, the flying everywhere and never giving yourself a break. What do you call that?”
The timer dings before she has time to answer and Chris cleans the mask off and she feels kind of refreshed. She never asks him what’s in his facials because he’s already told her three times he’ll never tell. They snuggle down on the couch with her feet in his lap to watch Donnie Darko because she’s pretty sure she’ll kill something if they watch anything remotely sappy.
She thinks about the suggestion Chris made for a few days but shoves it out of her mind. Then the Monday after Valentine’s Day comes and things change.
“Greaseball”, as she has named him, sends Lea a huge flower arrangement to the set complete with balloons and a stuffed bear. And when she sees Lea squeal and jump up and down all of the exhaustion and emotion hits her and everything goes black.
She wakes up to the sound of a steady beeping rhythm. She reaches up to touch her slightly sore head but the crook of her elbow hurts when she does and she realizes there’s a plastic tube sticking out of it. She looks over to see…
“Mom?” she squeaks out. The one person she didn’t want to see because she’d make her feel absolutely everything she’s been trying not to feel and admit that she wasn’t okay.
“Dianna!” her mother gasps. “Oh baby girl!” she hugs her daughter.
“What time is it?”
“It’s about three in the afternoon.”
“I haven’t been asleep for that long, then,” she says. She remembers that the last time she looked at her watch it was about eleven.
“Baby girl, it’s Wednesday.”
She thinks about the days and realizes she’s slept completely through the remainder of Monday, all day Tuesday, and most of today.
“You didn’t sleep all on your own,” her mother says. “They gave you drugs to help you because Chris said you haven’t done much sleeping for a while now.”
“I’ll kill him…”
“I’m glad he did tell them that. Honey, you look exhausted.”
“I’m fine.” Dianna’s voice quivers. She’s not fine. She knows that, her mother knows that.
“I’ve talked to your doctor and as soon as you’re awake enough for it he’s having a counselor come in and talk to you.”
“I suppose Chris…”
“I asked for it. You haven’t been okay since the day Lea moved out and you need to talk to someone, sweetie.”
She sighs and reluctantly agrees. There’s a woman in business casual attire named Candace sitting in her room less than an hour later with a clipboard.
“So, Ms. Agron, tell me about why you think I’m here.”
She rolls her eyes but knows that there’s no way she’s getting out of this. So she starts at the beginning.
She met Lea at the first pilot reading with the full cast and it was love at first sight. Lea moved in with her and it was complete and total bliss. They fell for each other hard and fast and it was all perfect through the pilot shooting and then getting picked up and doing the summer mall tour and it seemed like nothing could invade their little bubble. Then Lea started acting distant and wouldn’t speak to her. Then Dianna came home from a night out with Chris and Amber to find Lea standing in the living room with her bag packed and holding out the apartment key.
“I slept with someone else,” Lea said. “I’m sorry…it’s just not a good idea for me to be here anymore. I’m so sorry…Di…it’s over.”
And she never slept another full night after that. She went to New York for a few months to film. That didn’t help. She went to Europe a few times. Didn’t help. She started throwing herself into other projects and doing as many charity events and photoshoots as she quite possibly could. She would get drunk anytime Lea was around and they always ended up touchy-feely and the alcohol made her forget that anything bad ever happened. They stole a few moments in dark corners and slept together after the Golden Globes because they were both drunk and on the high from winning. She still didn’t sleep that night, she knew Lea would wake up in the morning and freak out and she just wanted to watch the beautiful woman sleep while she could.
The SAG Awards were horrible. She didn’t have much to drink even though she says she probably should have in order to get through the evening. But she didn’t. And Greaseball was all over Lea and all she could do was sit there and try not to cry. They were forced to take the one picture alone together but that was all she could stand. Then on Monday she saw the flowers and the balloons and it felt like someone dropped a ton of weight on her chest and that was it.
The counselor blinked a few times and scribbled some notes on her clipboard.
“I just made myself sound like a borderline alcoholic with a dependent personality disorder.” Dianna sighs.
“So you’ve researched this?”
“Psychology is interesting.” She shrugs.
“I don’t think you have dependent personality disorder, Ms. Agron. You make your own decisions, you are actually rather independent, and you don’t avidly seek out approval from everyone. I do think, however, that you were rather dependent on this girl for a while and you haven’t yet let go of that. As far as the alcohol, it seems as though it’s connected to the issue and we’ll deal with that.”
She nods. This is going to be a long afternoon.
It’s three hours later that Candace finally says they’re done for the afternoon and leaves a business card with her number and an appointment for the very next day. The counselor will come to the room if Dianna’s still there but if she’s been released then she can go to the office.
Chris comes in just before visiting hours end and he sits with her for a while.
“You scared the hell out of us, Di,” he finally says.
She nods. “I know…I’m so sorry. I talked to someone for a while this afternoon and…I’m really fucked up, Chris.”
“Sweetie, you’re not fucked up. Love just does things to you that nothing can explain.”
“I’m pretty much destined to do intense psychotherapy for the rest of my life.”
“No you’re not. Maybe for a little bit but you just need some help realizing that maybe Lea wasn’t the best thing that ever happened to you. Your life revolved around her so intensely that now you just need to get used to living without her…while she’s simultaneously in it.”
“God, Chris, why didn’t you go to college? You’d be so good at this therapy thing, especially if you kept a freezer in your office stocked with ice cream and your facial ingredients. What you just said, that’s exactly what that woman said before she left, I’m not kidding.”
“If I’d gone to college then I wouldn’t be sitting here talking to you now would I, honey?”
She shakes her head and lets the tears flow. He moves himself to sit on the edge of the bed and she clings to him and cries.
“I…I’m gonna need help,” she sobs. “I…I d-don’t want you t-to think you h-have to…b-but I’m gonna need…”
“Somebody to lean on?” he says with a smile.
She nods and lets out a small laugh.
“You know you can count on me, sweetie. Call me anytime day or night, okay?”
She nods again. “Thank you s-so much, Chris.”
Dianna’s mother stays with her at the hospital where she remains for another day. Candace comes in again and they talk for another three hours, part of it with Dianna’s mother present and even Chris comes in for a bit towards the end while he’s on a break from filming. When he leaves Candace comments that she’s never seen anyone more fit for being a counselor in her entire life and tells Dianna to tell Chris that if he ever decides to get his degree to find her about a job. Dianna agrees to hour-long sessions every weekday after she’s discharged and her mother moves in temporarily to make sure Dianna doesn’t throw away the Ambien the doctor prescribed. The blonde refuses any other pills insisting that a healthy diet and a healthy amount of exercise will do.
Her first day back on set is a week from the incident. She’s greeted with hugs and flowers and stuffed animals from the cast. Lea looks at her from across the room with concern. She knows Chris hasn’t and wouldn’t dare say anything to anyone. She’s talked to the boy every day and he’s been there for her and re-assured her over and over that she’s not a psychopath. After another week of therapy she agrees to try an anti-depressant. She slowly starts letting a few of the other cast members in on where she goes in the middle of filming and they’re all encouraging and they tell her to call if she needs anything.
Lea doesn’t speak to her unless it’s called for in a scene but Dianna does catch the longing glances and the concerned looks when she gets back from her sessions with Candace. She starts getting anonymous encouraging notes on purple paper stuck to her trailer door reading things like “You are amazing” and “I hope you know how inspirational you really are” and sporadic gifts like stuffed animals and her favorite candy. She assumes they’re from Chris or Jessalyn or Naya and Heather or Amber and she’s extra nice to them and extra generous with the hugs which no one protests.
The weeks pass and the counseling sessions are decreased from every day to three times a week, then two. Her mother moves out after a month and being assured that she’ll take the medicine as prescribed. The sessions go over the phone during summer tour and she feels like she’s finally doing better. She’s going out with her friends and laughing and starting to see rainbows again. She hasn’t taken a drink since the SAG Awards. She rescues a puppy from the animal shelter when they get home after the tour. When August comes and filming resumes she notices that Lea still looks at her with concern when she leaves and comes back but they still don’t speak at all unless it’s in a scene and Dianna’s okay with that because she is realizing that she can survive without the brunette bombshell and with good friends like Chris by her side she’s got an excellent support system.
She’s sitting in her trailer looking over the script for the next shoot and laughing at a scene where ‘Kurt’ has a few incredibly hilarious lines and she can’t wait to see what Chris does with them. There’s a knock on the trailer door and she expects no one to be there because that’s how it’s been every time there’s a knock. No one’s there but there’s a note on purple paper or a small gift. She hoists herself up out of her comfortable chair and opens the door.
“Dianna…hi.”
She blinks a few times, expecting the weight to slam into her chest and for things to go black but it doesn’t happen.
“Can I help you?” she says softly. One thing they’re working on in therapy is confidence to face problems and conflict head on but all of those lessons are being thrown out the window at the moment. She looks up and down and sees a piece of purple paper sticking out of the visitor’s pocket.
“I was wondering if we could talk.”
Candace warned her that this might happen. They talked about what she would say and she has to be direct and honest.
“Come in, Lea.”
Part 2