sadie
i sat with millie in the biggest bedroom of the cabin. she was sipping a cup of hot tea with a blanket covering her legs.
"thanks," she said to me, leaning her head on my shoulder lightly. "do you ever just stop and think about all the little things? like these?"
i leaned in and laid my lips against hers lightly. "and like these?" i asked, smiling widely. she giggled.
"and yes," i paused, twiddling my thumbs. "i do think about the little things a lot."
"i'm glad that the hotline was there," she said, shrugging. "i don't know, i just needed some help." her face was confused, sad, and filled with emotions at the same time.
"did you ever think about like," i paused, looking deep into her eyes. "that?"
"that?" she asked, confused.
"you know," i said, shifting my hands in a way that was most likely more confusing. "suicide."
"oh," she said, glancing down at the hot tea. "a lot, actually. it crosses my mind often. well, it used to."
"why doesn't it anymore?" i asked, grabbing her hand. she shifted her weight to the other side of her body.
"because of you," she said, sighing, but in a happy way. "y-you were just so nice, and i could never like, not like you."
i smiled, because it was nice to hear. i pulled her into a hug as she took another sip of the tea. "the british like their tea, i suppose."
"wait," i paused, laughing. "why doesn't your brother have the, you know, accent?" she sighed.
"okay so," she began, turning to me. "my mom is british, and my dad is canadian. i guess they each got their own little 'mini-me.'" she giggled, making air quotes on the last word.
"that's strange." i said, swinging my feet off the bed. "like me." i giggled.
"also," she smiled. "me."
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HOTLINE ⇢ SILLIE
Fanfiction[completed] ❝hi, i'm sadie and you're calling the lgbt national hotline,❞ - completed in 2018, republished in 2022. - [lowercase intended] millie is actually a psychotic bitch so stop reading at chapter fourteen if you're not into that shit.
