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[geeky_agent]

March 27, 2006

It had been a long day by the time Chris reached Michelle's house. The night before she had barely slept and was beginning to forget what it was like to sleep for more than four or five hours a night.

She stalled at the bottom of the front steps, debating whether to stay or leave. I didn't call. It's not like they had been expecting me. After a long day at work, she barely the energy to go through with this.

But if she didn't do it now, then when?

With a sigh, Chris heads up the stairs and rings the door bell.

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[chelleuncurled]

"I'm glad you're here," she says and means it, looking up at her bruised face.

[geeky-agent.livejournal.com]

She smiles at this, those words almost dispelling her earlier anxiety. "I wish there was more I could do."

[chelleuncurled]

"So do I," she whispers, not smiling in return, but her tears have stopped. They sit in silence for a few more moments and then Michelle's mom yells up that dinner's ready.

For the first time in days, Michelle leaves her room, reluctantly accepting Chris's help.

We all need somebody to lean on.