and this is definitely the second case.
Like Aaron said, she’s a friend in need of help,
trouble is he has no idea how much help she needs.
I’m giving her a hand, a shoulder to cry on,
whatever the fuck you want to call it. That’s it.
There’s nothing else.
There won’t be anything else.
There shouldn’t be anything else.
7
Erin
I go back to the pub feeling in a bit of a lighter
mood than when I left but with an anxiety that
threatens my stomach, which is already protesting.
I’m calmer after the doctor’s exam, even if the
uncertainty about the future will not allow me to
fully enjoy the fact that the baby is healthy and
things are going well. I work a few hours before
taking a little break and I decide to go study for my
upcoming exam. Time is running out and with my
chronic tiredness that never leaves me alone, I
have to use every waking moment and let’s just
face facts: studying keeps my mind occupied.
I sit at a table next to the window. The pub is
pretty empty tonight and the music isn’t too loud
so I am able to completely concentrate on the
pages.
Okay, that’s a lie.
The place is empty and quiet, I have the book in
front of me and I do need to study, but there’s
something else that’s captured my attention.
