Once the bathroom door was closed, Histoire pressed her back against the door and slid down to a sitting position on the floor. The last few minutes were her opening her heart to someone, something she had not done in years. The only people who knew what she truly felt lived far from her but now there was someone nearby who completely understood her. Half a smile crawled onto her face as streams of tears flowed down her cheeks. Her heart was beating painfully fast yet she was content at that moment.
She remained in the same position for a few more minutes, hugging her knees close to her body as her head was buried between them. She needed a moment to herself to comprehend what had happened, and the sight of her wrist brought new thoughts to her mind; thoughts she never thought she could have.