Yesterday, 12:05 PM
Tatyana smiled. "Friends with benefits it is then. I don't have a device on which to text or call though," she said honestly. She had a wallet before things went to shit, but the bill didn't get paid and then basically became useless. She had sold it shortly thereafter and had lived without one since.
Tatyana sighed. She had trusted Hayden and not just with sex. She knew he would never purposely hurt her. That thought conflicted with her nature. Trust wasn't something that she gave away much. Part of her wanted to talk about real things. The things that hurt. But a larger part of her wasn't ready for that. Thinking about it brought thoughts of her dad to mind. That was when the pain began. Her ring was in the pocket of her pants on the floor. Hayden had said he liked to make people happy. Tatyana hardly ever was. She was content right now, basking in the afterglow of sex, but most of the time she wasn't
She opened her mouth to say something, but then closed it, unsure of what words to use. None of them seemed right. She snuggled in closer and became quiet as she did so. People lost people they loved all the time. Why was it so hard for her? She determined that maybe that was why it was hard to talk about. That and she didn't want it to seem real. The pain was a reminder of him. He was gone, but the pain made it feel like he wasn't.
"Have you..." she squeezed her eyes shut trying to hold back tears. "Ever lost someone important to you." she finally said.
Tatyana sighed. She had trusted Hayden and not just with sex. She knew he would never purposely hurt her. That thought conflicted with her nature. Trust wasn't something that she gave away much. Part of her wanted to talk about real things. The things that hurt. But a larger part of her wasn't ready for that. Thinking about it brought thoughts of her dad to mind. That was when the pain began. Her ring was in the pocket of her pants on the floor. Hayden had said he liked to make people happy. Tatyana hardly ever was. She was content right now, basking in the afterglow of sex, but most of the time she wasn't
She opened her mouth to say something, but then closed it, unsure of what words to use. None of them seemed right. She snuggled in closer and became quiet as she did so. People lost people they loved all the time. Why was it so hard for her? She determined that maybe that was why it was hard to talk about. That and she didn't want it to seem real. The pain was a reminder of him. He was gone, but the pain made it feel like he wasn't.
"Have you..." she squeezed her eyes shut trying to hold back tears. "Ever lost someone important to you." she finally said.