"I'm Koi."

I could tell she was hurting, her inner turmoil almost palpable. The healing self-inflicted wounds on her wrist that I caught a glimpse of told me where her head might be at this moment in time.
We went up to my loft to have a little chat. 
I knew the outcome before we sat to speak. But it was worth the effort.
She stood to leave and I knew I lost her.


​Becky hesitated and stood quietly at the door, her back turned to me. She glanced over her shoulder and and her eyes told me what I wanted to hear.

​She was ready to talk.