As Long As She Needs
It had been a week since Carter and Abby had spoken on the bench in the park He and her hadn't talked much about the subject of Abby's depression, she was avoiding him, he supposed. He wanted so bad to be the one she came to. He was beginning to feel jealous of Susan, the one with whom Abby entrusted many of her private thoughts and info. But he cared for her, and so he would not make her even more upset. And so nothing had really occurred between the two for that week. The occasional "Hi." Or "See you later" while coming in for, or leaving, after a shift. It was as if they had suddenly become strangers, and though while they didn't admit it, neither of them liked the idea.
And so, obviously, Carter was completely surprised to find Abby on his doorstep at 11:20 on a Friday night. The night she usually went out with Susan.
John's POV "Abby? What are you doing here? Not that I'm complaining, of course. I mean I'd be glad to see you anytime." I'm rambling. Great. Let's try that again. "Is everything ok?"
"Jut hold me." The words came out but I could hardly hear them. The next thing I knew she was hugging me. But it wasn't to give me the comfort. Hold me, she said. I happily comply with her demand.
Ok So maybe it's not a good time for me to be feeling like that, considering I don't even know what she's here for. Sure I have an idea, but I'm not going to lie. I'm happy, glad, that's he came to me. I'll hold her for as long as she needs.
I pull her inside with me, and close the door. I bring her into the sitting room so that I can sit on the couch. She can sit on my lap. I want her close to me. I lie to know that I'm the one comforting her, giving her solace.
"John?" She's speaking so quietly again; I can barely make out my own name. But I know what she's going to say. I completely understand.
"Forget about it Abby, I understand."
"How do you know what I was going to say?" She sits up a little bit, surprised that I know.
"You were going to talk about this week, weren't you?" She nods her head. "It's fine really. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable by asking about things so soon. I'm sure you would come to me soon enough, but a part of me thought that you never would have and that wouldn't have been good. So it's no one's fault, I want you to stop worrying about it."
"John?" There's that small voice again.
"Abby...Really. I understand." I don't want her to feel guilty.
"Shut up for a second, will ya?" She snaps at me, with a smile curving at her lips Well I guess she can still joke with me. "Thank you". And that's all she says for a few minutes, and I'm left to wonder what she's thinking about.
What does Abby have to say? A/N Sorry I haven't updated lately. I just started my new job at Old Navy and all the clothes are coming in and stuff so I've been working crazy hours. I'll update soon I promise!
It had been a week since Carter and Abby had spoken on the bench in the park He and her hadn't talked much about the subject of Abby's depression, she was avoiding him, he supposed. He wanted so bad to be the one she came to. He was beginning to feel jealous of Susan, the one with whom Abby entrusted many of her private thoughts and info. But he cared for her, and so he would not make her even more upset. And so nothing had really occurred between the two for that week. The occasional "Hi." Or "See you later" while coming in for, or leaving, after a shift. It was as if they had suddenly become strangers, and though while they didn't admit it, neither of them liked the idea.
And so, obviously, Carter was completely surprised to find Abby on his doorstep at 11:20 on a Friday night. The night she usually went out with Susan.
John's POV "Abby? What are you doing here? Not that I'm complaining, of course. I mean I'd be glad to see you anytime." I'm rambling. Great. Let's try that again. "Is everything ok?"
"Jut hold me." The words came out but I could hardly hear them. The next thing I knew she was hugging me. But it wasn't to give me the comfort. Hold me, she said. I happily comply with her demand.
Ok So maybe it's not a good time for me to be feeling like that, considering I don't even know what she's here for. Sure I have an idea, but I'm not going to lie. I'm happy, glad, that's he came to me. I'll hold her for as long as she needs.
I pull her inside with me, and close the door. I bring her into the sitting room so that I can sit on the couch. She can sit on my lap. I want her close to me. I lie to know that I'm the one comforting her, giving her solace.
"John?" She's speaking so quietly again; I can barely make out my own name. But I know what she's going to say. I completely understand.
"Forget about it Abby, I understand."
"How do you know what I was going to say?" She sits up a little bit, surprised that I know.
"You were going to talk about this week, weren't you?" She nods her head. "It's fine really. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable by asking about things so soon. I'm sure you would come to me soon enough, but a part of me thought that you never would have and that wouldn't have been good. So it's no one's fault, I want you to stop worrying about it."
"John?" There's that small voice again.
"Abby...Really. I understand." I don't want her to feel guilty.
"Shut up for a second, will ya?" She snaps at me, with a smile curving at her lips Well I guess she can still joke with me. "Thank you". And that's all she says for a few minutes, and I'm left to wonder what she's thinking about.
What does Abby have to say? A/N Sorry I haven't updated lately. I just started my new job at Old Navy and all the clothes are coming in and stuff so I've been working crazy hours. I'll update soon I promise!