Sevika hated having to depend on someone. She felt vulnerable and that feeling in the pit of her stomach made her sick.

With you was always easier to be vulnerable, to allow her to feel whatever she needed to feel. Sevika hated how her heart pounded against her ribs every time she saw you.

However, you never really talked about what it meant to have sex at her place and have breakfast in bed, or to take her to meet your family and friends, or what it meant when she hugged you and kissed your forehead until you fell back asleep after a nightmare.

You were taking a little uncommunicated break, Sevika just stopped texting you and you didn't insist either. It had been a week of silence between you two, no fights had happened, Sevika was just a little scared of how much she felt for you.

On a Friday night, Sevika got into a fight at a bar after she saw a guy harassing the woman who usually served drinks, Sevika was a regular at the bar, she wasn't going to stay quiet. She ended up with a cut on her eyebrow, but the guy came out twice much worse because she was a great fighter.

She was close to your house, her head hurt and she knew she hadn't been to the pharmacy in a while, so she swallowed her pride until her chest puffed out and drove to your home cursing herself.

Sevika was so embarrassed to need your help, she hated it. She knocked on your door and prodded until you opened it, part of her wanting to turn around and run back to her car.

Meanwhile you were peacefully at home, your cat at your feet while you read a book, until someone knocked on the door. Needless to say, you were slightly startled with that sight and quickly pulled Sevika into the house.

Calm down, i'm fine. I just came here because it was closer, but i can go if it bothers you. Sevika says secretly wishing that this wasn't a problem, that you wouldn't kick her ass out. Her hand presses a blood-stained paper against the cut carelessly and your scent enveloping her like a hug.