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'What am I doing? What in the hell am I doing?'
Her gaze remained on her hands; fixed and focused, but utterly detached. Tap of the right index finger once, twice, and a third time on the marble rim of the sink basin.
'This is me, this is real…I am here. You are here.'
A deep whoosh of air released from the lungs; pause, wait, burning – breathe in again – now hold.
'Look up. Look at yourself. This is reality…Do it.'
Dull throbbing at the base of the palm, re-clenching of the sink edge her long tapered fingers claw inward, turning white from the force of her grip.
Release, gasp in – hold.
'On three…one –'
Grip. Breathe out. Go.
'Or not on three…'
Eyes stare forward, lungs burn with pressure. There are no tear tracks; there is nothing. The gaze turns searching, it is a desperate seeking of recognition.
'Breathe in.'
Heart heat is increasing rapidly, palms are sweating, clenching and re-clenching, slipping on the shiny marble surface. Panic.
'Where are you? Where are you?'
Eyes widen in panic, the search has moved from desperate to frantic.
'Where are you? Where are you? Where –'
"Addison?"
Inhale. There is a faintly audible swoosh as her the silk of her robe collides together, tumbling like waves tossed about in the sea, her jarring spin serving as the hurricane force wind. Eyes meet and hold.
"There you are."
Two shuffles forward are countered with a pirouette from her. She is again facing her taunting abyss.
Two strong arms snake around her waist, they draw her in, they trap her to him. As his lips come rest on the crest between of her shoulder she releases a heavy sigh. The gentle scrape of teeth at the base of her neck leave a burning trail in their wake.
"I was worried."
Her gaze flicks up once more. The sight morbidly appealing. Eyes lock and hold. Breathe in.
'So was I.'