straight to bed. Sorry about missing the raid.
Sigmund: Youâd tell me if you were dating someone, wouldnât you?
HaveANiceTay: Does it matter if I am? Weâre just friends, Sigmund. Iâve told you beforeâI am not involved with anyone. Still not. Iâm not looking for a relationship.
Sigmund: Not even . . . with me?
Dear god, especially not you!
But the good thing about the Internet was that it made it easier to soft-pedal things and make them sound not quite so harsh.
HaveANiceTay: Not even with you. :)
Sigmund: And not the guy you were with?
HaveANiceTay: Weâre just friends, I promise. Heâs not looking for a relationship and neither am I.
Now, a fiercely sexy hookup, that was different. Taylor looked over at her bed, still rumpled from last nightâs fun. She wondered: If she put her nose to the pillows, would they smell like Lochâs wonderful musky scent? Her thighs tightened again.
Sigmund: Is it weird that Iâm glad to hear that?
HaveANiceTay: Iâve got too much going on. Workâs a beast and the guild takes up all my time.
HaveANiceTay: I barely get out of the house as it is!
Sigmund: Heh.
This conversation was going a lot better than sheâd anticipated. The awful tension in her shoulders relaxed a little and she decided to send the message home:
HaveANiceTay: Even if I miss a day online, it doesnât mean you should freak out and send me a million text messages or hack my account, okay? Thatâs starting to freak me out.
There was a long pause, so long that the hackles raised on the back of Taylorâs neck. Maybe sheâd pushed too far. Maybe scolding Sigmund for being a cyberstalker wasnât the smartest move, but damn it, she was low on moves.
Sigmund: Itâs just that . . . youâre my best friend.
Sigmund: My ONLY friend.
Sigmund: I almost hurt myself last night.
Sigmund: I kept worrying Iâd said something to piss you off.
Sigmund: And it made me so upset that I went in the kitchen and grabbed a knife.
Sigmund: I tried to remember which way youâre supposed to cut your wrists to make it the most effective.
Sigmund: But then I chickened out.
Taylor sucked in a breath, hot tears of frustration and panic rushing to her eyes. She pressed her fingers to her temples. She was normally a happy person, but Sigmund was making her a nervous wreck.
HaveANiceTay: You canât hurt yourself just because Iâm not online for ONE DAY. Jesus, Sig.
HaveANiceTay: You canât be so drastic.
Sigmund: I know.
Sigmund: But the despair just gets so bad . . . and I love you so much.
Sigmund: As friends, donât worry.
Sigmund: Love as friends.
Sigmund: And I just panicked. Iâm sorry.
HaveANiceTay: This doesnât make me feel any better!
Sigmund: Iâm sorry.
Sigmund: If it helps, I decided a knife wouldnât be the way to go. Too messy. Iâd do pills.
HaveANiceTay: This is still not helping. You canât kill yourself, Sigmund. Please. Do you have anyone you can talk to? Family? A psychologist? A roommate? Someone?
Sigmund: Iâm talking to you, arenât I?
She wanted to throw up. He was talking to her, all right, but she wasnât equipped to handle this. She didnât know what to do . . . other than be online with him.
HaveANiceTay: Just promise me you wonât do anything to yourself, all right?
Sigmund: I canât make that promise.
Sigmund: But I promise I wonât do anything without talking to you first.
Sigmund: Hey, a groupâs running to Darkest Citadel in a few. Want to join them?
HaveANiceTay: Sure. Let me grab this work call and then Iâll join you. AFK.
She flagged her character as âaway from computerâ and then pushed her chair away from her tiny corner desk. There was no work call, but Sig wouldnât know that. She just . . . needed a few minutes. She wanted to run away. She wanted to
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