Oh, my! This received much more attention than I anticipated, which was along the lines of like, 3 views, but NAY! You guys are wonderful, my gog. But I totally pulled this right off the top of my head as a whim, so don't kill me if it sucks. (By the way, this is Sarrin's friend that she mentioned last chapter.) Anyhoo, enough of my blathering. ALLONSY, ALLONSO!
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Koryan felt bad. She was worried for her friend. She looked really stressed. Then again, when wasn't Sarrin stressed? But she still shouldn't have just dumped all of her problems on her like that without making sure she was fine first. She wanted to make sure that herlong time friend didn't feel like she couldn't ever talk about her own problems. She'd have to text her always had been good at reading people, whether she liked it or not. It wasn't always to her benefit, however. She glanced disdainfully at her forearm. No, there were definitely some drawbacks to it.
Dispelling the thought, she turned around and stood in front of her large mirror. Koryan began stripping after making sure her 'Indecent' sign had been placed on the outside of her door. When she was naked, she began examining herself in the mirror, looking over everything. Her feet, first. She always started with her feet. Next came her calves, then thighs, pelvis, torso, chest, shoulders, right arm, left arm, neck, and finally, her head. She scrutinised every detail, not wanting to forget anything. She always studied her eyes last, the eyes she had inherited from her father. She ran her fingers through her hair as she thought about how it looked like she had gained weight again. Looked like she wasn't eating tonight. not that she was really that hungry lately, anyway, in light of somewhat recent events. A faint knock echoed against her door.
"Kory, hon? Dinner'th ready." It didn't sound like speech therapy was really working. Koryan began to redress.
"Okay. I'll be out in a bit. Thanks, daddy."
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When she joined her dad at the dinner table, a genuine smile brightened his face. He was evidently happy about her eating again. It made her feel good when she could make him smile, like she had accomplished something; made someone feel good.
She picked around at her spaghetti, doing really anything except eating it. Her father had noticed.
"Kory, are you eating tonight?" he asked in a cautious tone, obviously not trying to offend her. They were always on thin ice about her eating habits. She met her dad's heterochromatic gaze
before looking down at her plate. It wasn't like it didn't look good; the pasta looked pretty damn edible. She supposed that a couple of bites to make her father happy wouldn't hurt.
Koryan scooped up a large-ish forkful of spaghetti and shovelled it into her mouth. She chewed it a couple of times, looking to her dad for approval. He had returned his attention to his plate, but she could see the ghost of a smile playing across his lips. That was when she realised that she really was hungry.
Her mouth was bitter with the strange but familiar flavour of toothpaste over bile as her father brushed through her hair. It was an evening thing that they both enjoyed; Koryan, because she liked it when other people brushed it, and her dad, because it reminded him of her mom's hair. Just like her mom, Koryan had decided that she would keep her hair long and wild. For different reasons, though. Her mom's parents always wanted her to have short hair, so in an act of rebellion, when she moved away, she never cut it except to get rid of some dead ends every once in a while. After she had died a year ago, Koryan had decided that she would keep it long as a legacy to her mom, whom she had had a very good relationship with.
They sat together in silence for the better half of 20 minutes before she spoke up.
"So, daddy, how are your speech classes going?" He let out a short laugh.
"They're going okay, I'm getting to where I can almotht pronounthe 'Eth'." They both laughed. Koryan loved how her dad could sound like such a little kid sometimes.
"And work? How's that?" He sighed.
"Well, it'th a bit hectic. Thuddenly, every human being that ownth a computer within 20 mileth wantth me to fix it. but, I manage. And how'th thcool going?"
"It's alright."
Nothing was said for a solid minute.
"And... how are you, lately?" her dad asked in that cautious tone he used to often.
"...Fine."
Hey, would you look at that! A whole new chapter! Well, I think that two chapters in one night it QUITE enough. I really just wrote this one on impulse. I got ONE review and I already had a new idea for this chapter. I had to type it up before I forgot it! XD Anyhoo, I think it's about time I hit my recuperacoon. Stack some Z's.
~Willow is gone!
