04 // text (day) [filtered to Noah Morgan]

[condorseeker]

Ms. Morgan,

Do you have time to talk?

If not, that's okay. I can wait.

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[text]

[chickbro]

Yeah. Do you want me to come over?

[chickbro]

[ sighs again, leaning over to hug the girl. ] You're too young for this shit, honey. I'm sorry.

[condorseeker]

[She's not expecting the hug, but she quickly returns it. She doesn't know what else to do.]

I... [Her voice is small and muffled.] I really trusted him.

[chickbro]

[ Pets her hair in an attempt to be soothing. She's not very good at this. ]

I know, Dawn, I know. Sometimes this...just happens. People are assholes.

[condorseeker]

[She may not be very good at this, but it's Dawn needs right now.]

Maybe I shouldn't... If this is the kind of thing that happens whenever I try to help people, maybe I should just...stop trying.

[chickbro]

No, don't say that. You should never stop trying even when the going gets rough. You have to stay strong and keep fighting. Okay?

[condorseeker]

But what if I just mess up again? I don't- [She just barely manages to keep herself from sobbing.] I don't want anyone else to get hurt like that...

[chickbro]

If you mess up again you'll just pick yourself up and keep going. Besides, you won't. I know you won't.

[condorseeker]

How do you know that?

[chickbro]

Because you're stronger than that, and I won't let anything happen. Not again.

[condorseeker]

[Dawn's not really sure if she can believe that, but she wants to badly enough that she won't say anything in protest this time.

She'll just bury her face in Noah's shoulder and cry instead.]

[chickbro]

[ Sighs, rocking back and forth just a little bit in another attempt to console her. ] We'll be okay, Dawn.