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Iris slammed the phone down on the table after he hung up and she held her head in her hands, trying to breathe. Instead she just managed to cry. |
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Caden drank his worries away, the scotch loosening his hold on reality as he finished roughly half the bottle vision blurring before his head came down on his arms on the countertop, the man's grip falling from the bottle as he blacked out. |
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Iris sobbed for a few minutes, emotions washing over her. Fear, anger, frustration, loneliness, depression, and many more that she couldn't even name. Finally she was able to control herself enough to breathe again. Soon after that the tears stopped. Face raw and eyes red, she stumbled out of the chair and collapsed onto the couch, where she sat and stared blankly into space, trying to get her thoughts together. |
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Caden awoke a while later, head spinning as he got up, everything crashing back down on him. The call, the officer, the runaway, the second call--which to be honest, was more so an argument--the liquor, and... well, he couldn't remember. The man glanced out the window and saw it was roughly dawn, walking over to the medicine cabinet and grabbing his antidepressants, along with his anxiety medication before getting in his Corvette and driving over to the gym. |
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(This is making me depressed lol. How was your capture day?) . Iris managed to drive back to her dorm at school and get a few hours of sleep. She felt nauseous again in the morning, though she didn't throw up. She made a cup of tea and stayed in her room for the whole morning. |
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(real depressing, I was out the whole day and didn't have anytime to capture :( ) Caden didn't bring his Airpods or anything such as, loading up a bar with 200 pounds before grabbing some other things, starting the workout with nothing but his thoughts. |
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Sunny
