Cathy and Lysander entered the café. There weren't really many choices for eating out in Sweet Amoris and the café was by far the best. Lysander and Caity stepped in line to order. Lysander ordered a coffee and he made sure that Caity got something substantial. She ended up ordering a small, fruit filled pastry and a hot chocolate.
"No coffee?" Lysander asked, eyebrows raised.
"Nope," Caity shook her head vehemently. "I detest coffee."
Lysander nodded, accepting the reply. After all, different people had different tastes. "The opposite of Castiel, then."
"Yup! I have no idea how he stands that stuff. It's basically like his drug."
The two of them sat in silence for a few minutes, content to just relax and think. Lysander thought about how to get Caity to open up to him. He could tell that she needed to discuss the counseling visit with someone and, in absence of her twin, he would have to do. For some odd reason, he felt himself compelled to help this broken girl. Maybe it was just in his destiny to help the Stewart siblings. Or maybe this was the start of something entirely different than just friendship. Either way, Caity needed help. And he was prepared to provide just that.
Meanwhile, Caity was thinking along the same lines. She barely knew Lysander and yet he already knew about her anorexia and had helped her out. There was just something about him that made her feel safe and normal again. And something inside her told her that he could be trusted. Possibly because of the fact that Castiel trusted him. Or else it was women's intuition. Whatever the reason, she needed to talk to somebody and he was the best choice.
"I'm ready to talk."
Lysander nodded, waiting for her to speak.
Caity took a deep breath before beginning, "I-" she choked up. "Sorry." She stared at the pastry. I can't do this. I can't do this. I need to stop thinking that. But I can't. I'm so stupid, how could I think I was ready? I'll never be ready. I need to stop thinking.
Without her realizing it, tears had begun to stream down her face. Caity covered her face with her hands. Oh my goodness, I am such an idiot. I'm probably gonna scare Lysander away now.
The said teen gently place his hands over hers and pulled them away until he could see her tear filled, stormy gray eyes.
Caity avoided eye contact and stared at her pastry.
"Caity, look at me." Slowly, she met his intense gaze. "You don't have to tell me. Not until you're ready."
She nodded, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment as she once again tried to evade his all-seeing eyes.
Lysander knew that it was time to get out of there, "Come on, your medicine is probably ready now." He helped her up after paying for the meal and they drove back to the pharmacy.
In the line at the pharmacy, a splash of purple caught Caity's attention. Is that- is that Violette? Sure enough, it was her, directly in front of them in line accompanied by someone who Caity assumed to be her dad. Luckily, she didn't notice Caity.
When it was Violette's turn, Caity let out a gasp as she caught a glimpse of the medication. It was the same one she was there for! Of course, that didn't mean that she was anorexic also, it just meant that she struggled with some form of depression.
At Caity's gasp, Violette turned around. As soon as she saw Caity, she made a beeline for the exit. "Wait!" Caity called out, chasing her.
Violette looked back, giving Caity enough time to hold up her own prescription that she had just picked up. Then it was Violette's turn to be shocked. "We have- we have the same medication?"
"Well, it sure appears that way," Caity smiled at her, wanting to put her at ease now that she herself was. Anyone who would remotely understand her was alright in her books. "Mine's for anorexia nervosa." She took a leap of faith, hoping against hope that she wasn't wrong when she labeled Violette a kindred spirit.
To her relief, Violette's lips gradually turned upwards forming a small smile that increased into a full out grin. She wasn't expecting anyone else, much less Castiel's twin sister, to deal with something like she did. "Mine's for depression," she softly replied.
Caity nodded, surprising even herself when she pulled Violette into a hug. Finally! Someone who can relate to me!
Violette was thinking along the same lines. Yes! A friend! One who I can talk to about my issues!
The two girls held on to each other like they were each other's lifelines. They had found someone to be there for them.
Lysander watched the scene unfold, the corners of his lips tilted upwards. Those two will be good for each other. Even though I wish that I could do something to help her myself. If only he knew that just his presence was a help to Caity.