[Text]: Ugh this vacation was exactly what I needed.
[Text]: The only thing missing is you being my sun tan buddy.
[text: gilbert, e.] While I would love to tan with you I think…
[text: gilbert, e.] file received.
[text: gilbert, e.] it would be even more exciting if you were in here with me.
"I lost everything too once, had to pick myself up from the broken ashes that was my own life." Elena admitted, glancing over at the other woman as she started to retreat. She knew that some stranger walking up to her had to be rather terrifying, but she wasn’t trying to scare her, and she wasn’t trying to use her compulsion to calm her. She honestly just wanted to help someone improve their life. "Running away isn’t going to make anything better. It’s not going to keep you safe. I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. You just have to trust me and take a chance. After all, what can one free meal hurt you?"
As Lydia made her way back to her home at top speed she made sure to screw her eyes shut and push herself away from the harsh grip of reality. She didn’t wanna hear all the side comments about how she smelled, needed to put on some weight, and other things that were just too vile to remember. It wasn’t her fault she was homeless. This wasn’t how she wanted her life to turn out but just because she was desperate for a second chance didn’t mean she would run into the fist pair of open arms she could find. If Elena really wanted to help her like she said she did than she would have to prove it first. For the time being, Lydia made her way out of the busy streets and skidded her way down a small hill and back into the embrace of the only comfort she had known for the past ten years.
After everything she had been forced to endure in her own home town, Elena had discovered a talent for being able to read a person, to feel what they were feeling. She could tell that this young woman had a hard life, which made it all the more apparent that she had to take it upon herself to help her turn it around. “You look like you are starving. Would you care to join me for dinner? I would love the company. A girl gets rather lonely always eating by herself.”
Orbs of softly tinted russet stared at the brunette for just another moment or so before she began to head back in the direction she came. After so many years of torment and destroyed trust Lydia knew it was wise to keep to herself. She could tell just by the way she spoke that this stranger wanted to help but she would refuse to accept or acknowledge it. She also still decided to remain mute; giving her a light shake of the head as a response. Lydia just wanted to get away from her; away from the lingering stares that were now glued to her every move. With a defeated whimper she turned on her heel and headed back towards her home. The bridge was where she was running to.
Elena sighed as she walked down the street, glancing at the various people about town for the evening. She was about to enter a pub to get herself a drink when she noticed a young woman out of the corner of her eye in the alley across the street. She jogged over to her, smiling gently at the ginger haired female. “You know the streets is no place for a young woman to be.”
Lydia curled her worn blanket around her bony shoulders as she took a final quick glance down both ways before deciding to cross the street. It was so overwhelming apparent that she was homeless; one quick look at her dirt compacted face was enough to prove that. Lydia attention was so focused on the ground that she jumped in place when the perky brunette approached her; she than began to take a few staggering steps back. She didn’t speak. She knew it was smarter not to.