Quiet (Danny, Open to anyone at London College)

[daniel_marlow]

Danny hadn't slept well the night before and there were dark circles under his eyes. By this free period, right before lunchtime, it was a struggle just to stay upright and he had to appetite to speak of. Instead of eating, he got a huge cup of coffee and went to a bench outside to sip at it.

Once parked on the bench, he pulled out his journal and started to record the details of his nightmares the night before. His therapist wanted Danny to keep track of them and if the woman thought it would help, Danny would try it. By this point he didn't think anything would ever make them go away, but he had to try. He idea of his entire life being like this was unimaginable.

He heard people walk around him from time to time, but he didn't really look up. He figured if they wanted him, they would say something.

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"Oh," she said, realising her misunderstanding with a dawning look of horror. When he'd said he wanted out she thought he'd meant he wanted to kill himself.

"No," she said, her breathing starting to speed up a little without her consent. She tried to press her tongue against the roof of her mouth to calm it down. "I mean," she said. "I do know. Why." Breathe, she told herself. Breathe. It doesn't matter that you misunderstood. He doesn't know you fucked up the conversation. He doesn't know. It's fine.

"A few months isn't that long," she said, shaking her head like three really wasn't a huge deal. She pushed her hair back over her shoulders, reminding herself how nice it was today, how nice she'd been able to make it. "I mean, some people are lifers, right?"