Tag: ande x 2

The flat was dark. The sunlight glittering in through the living room window illuminated the presents in various stages of wrapping.  Tris ambled out of her bedroom holding her head with one hand and the wall with the other. “Sun above, what have I done?”  She looks at the timepiece on the wall and squints to try to see only one set of hands and numbers.

The banging on the door which had originally roused her continued. “Ooph…okay okay…you can stop now,” she murmured, clearly not loud enough for the person on the other side to hear. “I’m coming, I’m coming.” Slowly, she made her way to the door and opened it to find a relieved Ande.

“Bout fuckin’ time. Where ‘ave you been ‘n why ‘aven’t you been...

Ande stood in the doorway and watched Tris as she brushed her hair. Tris hadn’t yet realized she was there. How far the girl had come from the little waif that was barely more than skin and bones. A shell of the young woman that sat before her now. She had left the girl sitting on a bed in a small sparsely decorated room. She hadn’t known what else to do with her.  It was clear the girl wasn’t capable of surviving on her own. Not then. It had taken years to rehabilitate her. The facility had done its job, that’s for sure. Even if she had still been socially awkward when she came out. Ande had slowly pushed her into Silvermoon society. It took a year before she even spoke to someone and made a friend.

But look at her now. Ande...