Music lightly plays through your apartment and the taste of hot chocolate and peppermint plays on your tongue. The lights dimmed and the curtains pulled open as you look out at the lights of the city. This is a kind of peacefulness you aren’t used to, the kind that is used as a distraction from the chaos, a forced peace; Is that even really peace if you are forcing it? Your stomach does somersaults and not in the intoxicatingly lovely way but in the way that makes the contents churn and threaten to spill from your mouth.
A small knock brings your hesitant attention to the closed door across the room. Standing to your feet, the blanket that was draped across your lap falls to the floor and you set the mug down on the end table to make your way to the door. It had to be one of two people and one of them you have been stressing about since you saw him. Gathering your composure and breath, you pull the door open in one smooth, slow motion. Flowers are the first thing you see, those then the man holding them. He is tall, muscular, wearing a suit, hair a mess as if he had run his fingers through it one too many times, and big ears. His eyes were sad and pleading as he held the flowers out to you.
“Come in.” You step back, flipping on the light and taking the flowers in your hand as he walks through the threshold. “Let me put this in a vase.” You say as you close the door and make your way around to the kitchen with him following you.
SVU addict 