>you try to concentrate on the task at hoof but you are way too distracted as you think about how high you must be. you go over to the window and roll up the blinds. outside you see the city moving around without you.
>You close your eyes and press your face into the glass. It’s cold and soothing. You rub your face into it.
>”File?” Brandy calls to you, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
>”Are you just taking a break?”
“Kinda, Do you want to go for a fly or a drive?”
>”File you know I’m fine with doing whatever you wish.”
>You sigh. for some reason Brandy talking to you is making thoughts of your mother flood your head.
“Yeah, I know. I just… I kinda want to go visit the old neighborhood you know. Maybe show someone where I grew up. I don’t know. Maybe I just want to tell someone about myself. I kinda want someone to know me, you know?”
>”Well File, I you want I could try to be there for you.”
“But you can’t! Not really…”
>”I’m sorry File. I’ll…”
“No! I’m just…. Don’t change anything I’m just I’m not in the right mind right now. I don’t know what to do and I need to figure that out before I do anything. You know what I mean?”