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undergrounds2017-09-10 08:37 pm
morevacant) wrote in undergrounds2017-09-10 08:37 pm
Sorry is the hardest word
Closed to Lydia and Nancy
Warning for Ces talk
It might have been a minor thing to Nancy, but to Lydia, their falling out was a big catastrophe. It came at a time where she thought she was losing Cesare, when she thought that people would be laughing at her, and then Nancy revealed she'd been with Ces too.
Lydia's missed her street smart, wise BFF though. She's grown up a tiny bit, and she's totally stressed out. She needs to hear Nancy's story, she needs advice about Cesare. She needs her best mate.
She's got the wine in: Cesare doesn't care how much she spends, so she's gone for the most expensive stuff she could find in the bar downstairs. Champagne, red wine and white stand ready. She paces, uncharacteristically restless, until she hears a knock on her door.
"Nancy?" She's over at the door at once.
Warning for Ces talk
It might have been a minor thing to Nancy, but to Lydia, their falling out was a big catastrophe. It came at a time where she thought she was losing Cesare, when she thought that people would be laughing at her, and then Nancy revealed she'd been with Ces too.
Lydia's missed her street smart, wise BFF though. She's grown up a tiny bit, and she's totally stressed out. She needs to hear Nancy's story, she needs advice about Cesare. She needs her best mate.
She's got the wine in: Cesare doesn't care how much she spends, so she's gone for the most expensive stuff she could find in the bar downstairs. Champagne, red wine and white stand ready. She paces, uncharacteristically restless, until she hears a knock on her door.
"Nancy?" She's over at the door at once.
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Lydia just cannot fathom what Nancy's life is. She glances guiltily at her friend before turning to the prosecco again.
"I know I don't get it, Nance. I know I'm going to say the wrong thing, but I am here for you, you know? I care about you. And I will listen to you."
For the moment at least, Lydia means every word she says.
"Nancy, you've been abused. It's not your fault. But we need to sort it out. You know that really, right?"
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"So I told her. Same thing I told you. Been on the streets since I was thirteen." She's got a little bit of a smirk going, but it doesn't reach her eyes.
"There's nothing that can be done, Lydia. Trust me."