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I looked up with a start as I heard the front door slam. From outside on the balcony, I saw her fly into the room, shrugging off her coat and tossing it on the back of her chair, not bothering to hang it up. Typical of her.

I snuffed my cigarette on the balcony railing and pulled open the glass door, putting on my happiest smile as I did so. She didn't greet it kindly.

"What", she said harshly ,"you've been smoking again? I thought you quit." Her hard tone didn't deter me any from wrapping my arms around her in a welcoming hug. "Get off me, you smell like a whole goddamn ashtray" she retorted sharply, wrinkling her nose.

Geez she was a bitch today. But it was alright, she'd calm down later; she always did. Later she'd feel so guilty for speaking harshly to me that she'd cry. That's just how she worked, I'd gotten used to it. Instead of responding to her criticism and insults, I pulled away from her, still smiling, and searched her face for a clue as to what was wrong.

"Stop staring at me, you're creeping me out," she mumbled, trying to push me away again, but she'd lost her edge. She looked tired. Worn out and run ragged, like she hadn't slept for days. From what I knew, she might not have, after all I hadn't seen her for almost a week. I could tell on her face that she was going to confess again – but later. Something was bothering her, itching behind her eyes and dying to get out. She'd try to keep it a secret, like she always did, but in the end she'd break down and tell me. It was probably just that guy again, the one she'd been seeing behind my back. The one she'd always been seeing behind my back.

She turned away from me and loped to the bedroom before I could make a comment about her clothes, which were drenched; no doubt from the drizzle of rain outside, meaning that she'd been walking for quite a long time. Long enough to have come from his house.

I shrugged and headed to the kitchen. "What do you want for dinner?" I called gently into the bedroom. She didn't reply. I figured she was most likely still brooding over the fact that she'd caught me smoking. I took a deep breath and ran my hand through my hair. It used to be flaming red, insanely bright but stick-straight. Now, for whatever reasons, it had lightened until it was almost strawberry blonde.

I sighed silently to myself and walked to the bedroom door. I knocked twice softly, and I heard her shuffle to the door, though she didn't open it. "Hey," I began, "I'm sorry I was smoking. I was just worried about you, and I found a couple cigarettes I forgot to throw away, that's all." The first bit was true, I had been smoking out of stress and slight apprehension, but I had a few packs stashed for just these occasions.

She turned the doorknob and pulled it open just enough that I could see one grey-green eye. It was wide and tired, and stared up at me with a mix of relief and distrust. I smiled and held my arms out in a gesture of apology. She pulled the door open and flew into my arms, nuzzling her face into my chest. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, her voice muffled against my shirt. She turned her face up to me, her chin resting on my collar bone. She was wearing a pair of plaid flannel pyjamas - mine, which meant that they dwarfed her petite frame, making her look childlike and needy.

I pulled away delicately – if I pushed her or moved too suddenly she might think I was angry – and grabbed her hand. "What do you want for dinner?" I asked again. She sighed, and suddenly looked years older than she really was.
She tugged on a lock of her short, dusty blonde hair, and chewed the inside of her cheek for a moment. Then she brought her eyes to mine. "Can we just get takeout?" she asked quietly in an apologetic tone.

A confession was near, that much I could see from the clouds in her eyes. Also, she always wanted Chinese food when she was feeling sad. I gave a small smile and reached for my phone. "Sure thing," I replied, running my forefinger down her cheek. She warmed to the touch, clinging to me even tighter. "What do you want?"

Her eyes rolled around as she contemplated her options. It didn't matter, she always chose the same thing. "Can I get the veggie spring rolls?" Her face was bright and full of hope, and hunger. It was amazing to me how the littlest things could bring her such joy.

"Yup." I dialed the Chinese place down the street and listened to the oriental-sounding playback music. I hummed along, eliciting giggles from her as she pressed her ear against my chest.

The phone clicked and a voice on the other end piped up with an entirely bored "Hello, thank you for calling the Mandarin Temple, today our special is mandarin chicken, how may I help you?" His accent made it a little difficult to understand, as he was speaking very quickly, but I'd called so many times before it didn't matter.

"Yes, hello, I'd like two orders of veggie spring rolls, an order of the mandarin chicken, and, um, two sides of rice please." I absently ran my fingers through her hair and she snuggled up to me, pleased at the attention being lavished on her. I vaguely wondered if the other guy had somehow neglected her physically. She liked being touched so much that she'd sometimes dissolve into tears when I held her, it made her so happy she'd lose control.

"Alright, thank you for ordering, it will take us around fifteen minutes to cook, and where should I have this delivered?"

I looked down at her, and she nodded, meaning that I'd use her name. She obviously felt very guilty about what she'd done, seeing as she was making this her treat. "Uh yes, I believe we're already in your system, the name is Grey, with an 'e', Lydia Grey." I could hear the clack of a keyboard, then the happy confirmation ding of a computer.

"Thank you, we'll have your order over as soon as possible."

I thanked the man and hung up, turning my full attention on Lydia. She fairly glowed with happiness. I knew it would be short lived, she was rarely happy when she was with me, but I was used to her oscillating between euphoria and rock-bottom depression and its corresponding tearfulness and anger.

I walked to the couch with her still holding me tightly, causing me to stumble a few times. She giggled and pulled away for a second, keeping one arm still wrapped around my waist. I sat down and patted my lap. In an instant, she was on me, burying her face into my neck. I snorted and pulled my neck out of her reach. "That tickles!" I pretended to reprimand her, holding her chin so she wouldn't dive in again.

For a moment she sobered and looked so sad that I wondered if she'd taken me seriously. Then a mischievous grin slid over her face and she dug her fingers into my sides, causing me to convulse violently, screaming with laughter.

She grew tired of playing games with me, and rolled off of my lap onto the cushion beside me. She laid her head on my leg and stared up at me with wide, troubled eyes. She bit her bottom lip and looked away. I wondered how long she'd hold out. Maybe she'd be able to keep from crying until the food got here, maybe even after. But she looked so very tired, and her hands trembled slightly as she clenched and unclenched them over her chest. I wondered when she'd eaten last; sometimes she forgot. She'd simply go and keep going until she literally collapsed, not realizing that her body needed nourishment. She probably just didn't notice being hungry any more, and unless someone pulled her – kicking and screaming, mind you – from her work, she'd forget to eat, sometimes for days at a time.

I wondered again, not as absently this time, how long the other guy had left her alone.
This randomly came running through my mind the other day, and wouldn't get out and let me sleep until I'd put it down. :P

Dunno if I'll continue, it's mostly just random and not based on real events or people at all.

enjoy if you can, if not, don't read it. :)
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Very much awesome, left me wanting to read more!!! :iconserjispleasedplz: