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| ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes. SPOILER!!: Laurel! <3 Quote:
Originally Posted by Nordic Witch After Laurel had said those words which she had rather not have said at all she waited for Kay's reaction. Studying her dear friend's face she didn't blame her at all if she yelled, cried or even tossed something around. To hear that her father was going to die was not news that were easy to process for anyone. Waiting Laurel tried to think up something to say but everything she thought off felt wrong or silly so she said nothing.
When Kay retracted her hand Laurel promised wholeheartedly as she locked her hands in her own lap. "I won't tell anyone. I'll keep it secret. I promise. And you know it's okay too if you're not fine with it Kay. It's your father after all. I'm here for you if you ever need anything. I've got a nice shoulder to cry on or we could go down to Haraldurs hut and paint it in rainbow colours for fun." Anything Kay wanted, she'd do. Laurel would hug her too, but Kay was so calm about it, it unnerved her.
Kay nodded. She always knew she could count on Laurel. It was one of the strongest points in their friendship. "Thank you, Laurel. I appreciate that.'' She paused to take a deep breath. She may look calm on the outside but inwardly, there was a fierce storm of emotions raging. "I know you're always there and I thank you for that too.'' Her voice cracked on the last few words and that was when she knew she needed to get out of Laurel's office immediately.
She calmly climbed to her feet. "I need to go. I'd like to have some time on my own.'' Her friend would understand. "I'll speak with you later.'' And with that, she turned and made her way out of her office, tears forming in her eyes. When she reached her office, only them would she permit them to flow freely. |
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