AN: So, Death Inc was starting to get a little heavy for me, and my muse has run off to find some fluff- namely this. Itll be quite a bit shorter but still a multi-chap. Mostly texting between Regina and an OC sorry, it starts out kinda dark. TW for mentions of suicide/depression. Promise itll get better, and maybe a little suprising. R&R, still in the air if I should continue or not. (oh and bold text is from Regina, italics is from the other person)
Regina frowned, feeling her phone vibrate in the pocket of her blazer, she pulled it out, swiping her thumb across the screen. Her frown once again made an appearance when she saw it was a text, from an unfamiliar number. She ignored it and stuffed her phone back into her pocket, continuing on with her work.
She'd barely had time to mourn the loss of her boyfriend Robin before being pulled right back into work with some emergency or other. The other board members had pulled her back in, threatening that their business deal was about to fall through. And here she was, not even two days later, sitting behind her dark wood desk, in her power suit, glasses perched upon her nose, fighting back tears, as she shuffled through stacks of paper.
Not even a minute had passed when her phone buzzed again. It was another text, from that same number. She sighed and angrily swiped open the message chain.
You'll never guess what I saw
You there?
Who's this?
Oh shit, sorry, wrong number.
Well, Regina chuckled to herself, this was going to be the highlight of her day. She once again tucked her phone back into her pocket and resumed her work, pushing her glasses back up her nose.
It wasn't until hours later when she finally pulled herself from her work, her stomach growling, and she realized she was hungry. She sighed, took off her glasses and placed them on her desk before standing to leave. Her phone buzzed again.
She pulled it out, seeing the same number from earlier, another text.
Dude! Your girl's here with some guy. Did you break up?!
Wrong number again. I assure you, I have no "girl".
Shit, and I triple checked it this time. My bad.
Maybe you should invest in some glasses.
LOL Maybe, you know a good doctor?
Regina put her phone back into her pocket and walked out of her office, locking the door behind her with a slight shake of her head. She had more important things to do than to continue this banter with an unknown person.
Her phone began to buzz once again, she ignored it the first time, but when the buzzing continued she realized it was a phone call.
"Hello? Yeah, no, not yet, alright, sounds good. Yeah, I'll see you soon," She hung up the phone with a slight smile, leave it to Emma to be concerned about her wellbeing. She may have only started off as a secretary, and not a very good one at that, but the two had somehow become close friends.
At times, like this one, it seemed like she was the only one to truly care about Regina's wellbeing, and for that, she was thankful. It had been rough, losing Robin, it had been a tragic accident, run over by a car. He'd been crossing the street and a car had appeared almost out of nowhere, not literally of course, but the driver had run a red light and struck him, full force. He'd died on impact, and Regina had felt her heart split in two, she had never admitted it aloud, but she had loved him, wholly and completely, and the gaping hole left in her heart had destroyed her.
Thankfully, she had Emma there to help her pick up the piece, Emma had been a godsend, making sure she ate regularly, took care of herself, and kept her home clean. She had been in a depressed funk after receiving news of his tragic passing and had refused to leave her bed. Her overly eager to please blonde secretary had been there for her when everyone else had left her behind.
Her phone buzzed again, and she pulled it out, thinking Emma had forgotten to tell her something. That number again, she let out an irritated sigh, were they ever going to stop texting her?
Might be a long shot here, but I don't have many friends, so what do you say?
Why would I be 'friends' with someone whose name I don't even know?
Name's Nick, how about now?
Regina couldn't help but chuckle at the response before giving a slight shrug, she typed out the next message, Regina.
She tucked her phone back into her pocket and stepped inside the restaurant, casually looking around for Emma. She found her sitting at the bar, a drink in hand, leaning in closely to the brunette who sat next to her. The blonde turned and looked at her, face lighting up, a big grin spreading across her face, and she excused herself from the brunette.
"Hey," She said, nervously, almost questioningly, wrapping her arm around Regina's waist in a loose hug, "how you doin'?"
Regina smiled at her, "I'm okay."
Dinner continued on easily between the two of them, and Regina was able to forget for a moment that she was once again alone. Her mind however, kept flitting back to that number that kept texting her, that couldn't seem to get the number right. It had certainly been the most entertaining part of her day and she mentioned it in passing, hoping to give Emma a laugh like the one she'd had at his expense.
When they parted ways, Regina found herself checking her phone for any more messages from this mysterious guy.
Regina, that's a pretty name, it's nice to "meet" you.
She wasn't sure what it was, but she felt herself wanting to open up to this mystery person. She knew it was a bad idea and could really backfire on her, but she managed to convince herself that nothing could really be that bad, she didn't know anything about this guy except his name, and vice versa.
She contemplated just how this friendship could go, and finally texted back, It's nice to meet you too.
Giving up control wasn't something she did easily, but she wanted him to take the lead on this "friendship", to see what he was after. She'd gone home, poured herself a glass of wine, and currently found herself lying in bed, watching TV and texting her new friend.
How was your day? You don't have to give any specifics unless you want to, but I'm here, and I'll keep your secrets.
Well, it was rough, being back at work. Pretending nothing happened.
What happened?
I lost someone important the other day.
Oh, I'm so sorry, if you don't want to talk about it you don't have to.
I… I want to. I don't want anyone to judge me.
Okay, no judging the mystery woman, got it.
Promise?
Of course I promise. A picture followed of a sign that read "You have entered a judgement free zone."
So, my boyfriend died, he was killed actually, on Tuesday. We'd been together for a while, and I loved him, so much, I haven't even had time to mourn before I had to go back to work. I feel so alone, without him to come home to, I'm not sure I'm strong enough to do this.
Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she hit send, and waited to see if she'd scared off this supposed friend.
No one you can talk to? I don't even know you, so I'm not sure I'll be the best for moral support, but I'm here.
I'll always be here.
No, no one that would really care. I don't have many friends. If I did, do you really think I'd turn to a complete stranger?
Fair point. We've all been there. Shit happens, hell, I've been there myself a time or two. Sometimes, you're all you got in life.
There's never been truer words.
Just, promise me, you won't do anything you'd regret?
What difference would it make to you?
Well, I'd be missing my new friend for one, and for two, who else would I have to text?
Don't you have other friends?
Nah, not really, definitely not any with such a pretty name. It may seem impossible now, but I'm sure you'll find someone to fill the void with time.
Are you insinuating something?
Never.
Unless, you are ;)
Regina felt a bit of indignation at that last remark and set her phone to the side, finishing up her glass of wine. How dare some stranger try to hit on her after she'd just told them she lost her boyfriend. She couldn't believe it, that someone would try such a classless thing. Her phone vibrated again, and she did her best to ignore it, flipping through the channels nonchalantly, but barely a minute had passed before she grabbed it again.
Sorry, I was only joking, it was in bad taste, I know, but I'd hoped to make you smile. Another picture, this time of a bouquet of roses with an apology card appeared.
Alright, I guess I can forgive you, this time.
