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Post by NEELANJAN MARTIN on Oct 27, 2013 15:15:06 GMT -8
The last he remembered of Allison Chen was a quiet, polite little girl who his father had adored and his mother had told him he should aspire to emulate. They'd met at a business dinner between his father and hers, and their parents had spoken in hushed voices until the late hours of the night, muttering away about things that neither Neil or Allison had been old enough to understand.
"Go off and play," his mother had said. So Neil had been off, dragging Allison and her cousins away to show her his room like the good kid he had been, and to some extent still was. They'd ended up spending the hours talking into the night, and Neil had been rather sad when Allison had flown back to wherever their family had lived. And that was it, that was all.
He would hardly have said that he and Aly were friends any more. It had been far too long, and their short encounter had been too brief for him to develop any sort of attachment. Perhaps he might have called her a buddy when he was a kid, but that had been a very long time ago. They had kept in occasional contact, but it had probably been more out of the idea of making contacts than anything else. She would be a useful person to know if he decided to proceed in the business world, and vice versa.
So when she'd messaged him asking how he was, he did mention that he would be in Los Angeles. He'd been surprised with her invitation to visit her house for a meal: he had thought that they might go out for dinner and to catch up, but an invitation to her home seemed much more personal than their relationship would have called for. Then again, she had seen his house in Perth. He supposed it was now time to see hers.
Neil arrived at Allison's place on time, showing up with some dark chocolate which he recalled that she enjoyed. Godiva was an expensive brand, but not ridiculously so, so it would be an appropriate gift. The boy rang the doorbell.
Ding-dong!
Now, to wait for her to greet him.
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Post by ALLISON CHEN on Oct 28, 2013 8:32:38 GMT -8
ATARAXIA (n.)calmness or peace of mind. It's been a long while since she saw Neelanjan Martin last at a family holiday to Australia. Their fathers were business partners and had taken the opportunity to introduce their families to each other's before conducting some informal business after dinner over drinks. He had been an energetic dark-skinned boy with bright blue eyes and she had been a shy little girl who did as her parents told her to and they had encouraged her to spend a little time with the young boy. She remembered talking until she yawned so wide that her jaw cracked and he had shot her a brilliant but sleepy smile. Then it had been all over too soon as the adults ushered their respective children either back to their rooms or hotel.
While they had kept in contact over Facebook, the budding connection never quite deepened so when she had messaged him out of the blue and found out that he was actually in the area, Allison took the initiative to invite him back to her place for a spot of dinner to catch up. She did had a chance to see his house and technically, she'd known him for years now, so no biggie. Allison had been putting the finishing touches on her pilaf rice, sprinkling some cashews on the top when the bell rang. Wiping her hands on a cloth, she made a beeline to the door and it opened to reveal a tall, almost pretty dark-skinned young man. Someone grew up nice.
Allison merely smiled, "Hi."
The aromas of the Moroccan food she had made for the occasion wafted in the house and she was reminded that dinner was to be had, so she quickly invited him into the modest place. It really has been a long time, gone were the days where they were around the same height. Now he was a head and over taller than her. Seriously, did she missed a memo or something? Anyways, it was rude to keep a guest waiting so she directed him to the dining area while she was at it.
"It's good to see you again, Neil. Please, come in and make yourself comfortable. Mi casa su casa. Had to return the favour from ages ago."
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Post by NEELANJAN MARTIN on Oct 28, 2013 16:37:43 GMT -8
He wasn't completely sure what to expect when he saw Allison again. Sure, he'd seen pictures, but he hadn't quite expected her to be so... Petite. It wasn't as though he had expected to be tall-- no, far from it, but she definitely seemed smaller in person than she had in the few photographs she had posted online. Neil hadn't been that much taller than her when they had been kids, but it looked as though the tables had turned. His lips stretched into a wide grin.
"Pleasure to meet you again, Miss Allison!"
With that, he was ushered into the house. He was immediately greeted by a familiar scent. Neil furrowed his brows. Had Allison tried to cook Indian food? No, this wasn't quite it. For one, he would have been able to distinguish between the spices quite easily at this point, seeing as he had spent hours in his mother's spice cabinet as a child. However, there was something distinctly familiar about the spread, and that was when his gaze fell on the pilaf rice. Blue eyes lit up as he turned to Allison.
"Wow, I haven't had this since Australia. How did you guess I liked this?"
But before he forgot! Neil handed the gift of chocolate to the girl, calm smile ever-present on his chiseled features. "I brought you this for your hospitality," he said. Oh, formalities. It wasn't that he minded them, but he couldn't help but wonder sometimes what it would be like to drop them all. Then again, he supposed that was what the purpose of actual friendship was.
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Post by ALLISON CHEN on Oct 28, 2013 17:20:51 GMT -8
ATARAXIA (n.)calmness or peace of mind. "Just a wild guess." She smiled. In actuality, Allison had thought long and hard about what to cook for her guest. Initially it had been Indian but then she realised that nothing could compare to his mother's cooking so that was a moot point trying. Then she had went onto the Internet to look around for another exotic cuisine before arriving on the BBC Good Food site and stumbling upon a Beef and Apple Moroccan stew recipe. Glad to finally use the Le Creuset tagine her Aunt got her for Christmas. "Oh, thank you!" One could never go wrong with Godiva chocolates, especially with girls. He had gotten her some champagne truffles "And seriously, make yourself at home. None of this politeness, no adults around us anymore." She was pretty sure he felt the same as she did when she left home for college. While it's nice back in San Diego, it was a treat to have a little freedom to manoeuvre life on her own. "Almost made you Indian but I don't think I'd be able to compare to Mrs. Martin's cooking. So how are your parents?"Mr. Martin had been a nice man who patted her on the head more than once. Her father had been good friends as well as business partners with the other man. A pang hit her as she remembered the time when she met him, when her father had still been alive. At that age, she did not know that she would have her father for only a handful years more. Either way, it didn't show on her face and she did not falter leading Neil to the table of food. Beside the tagine, there was a bowl of fluffed rice and a big serving of salad dressed and ready, and a small basket of poppadams accompanied by a mango chutney. Dessert was already done and waiting in the fridge. They both sat and she distributed the food onto big wide white plates before handing one generous serving of stew, rice and salad to him. "Bon appetite." Perhaps the fusion of cultures in the cuisine will help ease the distance away from home, just for a little while. | words lazzzzy tags #NEELANJAAAAAAN #food notes childhood! |
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Post by NEELANJAN MARTIN on Oct 29, 2013 5:17:53 GMT -8
"My parents are doing fine. They're both back in Australia." He decided not to mention that his mother was not aware he was in California, working instead of studying. Much as he had stressed the importance of work experience to her as a child, she seemed to stubbornly believe that studying would be more than enough. Besides, that fact was for him and Kris to know, and for nobody else to find out. "What about yours?"
Formalities were all a part of doing business. While they might have seemed a little forced, they were a matter of better safe than sorry. You never knew when someone was going to be insulted that you didn't say or do something to suit them, and to avoid that Neil was going to keep himself out of the way and stay as confrontation-free as possible. It was just a matter of politeness. No harm done. So when Allison smiled and told him to drop the airs and graces, Neil nodded back in response. "Okay!" he exclaimed. He knew that it was just a thing people said, though. There weren't many people whose opinions he cared about, but Allison's father was a business partner of his dad's. It would be best to maintain good relations.
He didn't have to pretend to like what he saw in terms of the spread of food, though. No, there was no pretence, because it simply appeared to be fantastic. "That looks fantastic," Neil muttered as he approached the table. Oh boy, he couldn't wait to eat it all up. Business was business, but good food was something that everyone had in common. Nobody would fault you for enjoying a meal more than they thought was appropriate-- propriety was overrated, after all, when it came to the wonderful subject of food. He sat down at the table, eyeing the food with delight, stomach churning as he waited for her to serve him.
"Thank you so much," Neil said. Was he supposed to wait for her to start first? For her to offer for him to start? Then again, she had said bon appetit, which was probably some sort of indication that he should begin. With that, Neil tucked into the food, face lighting up as he savoured the bowl of fluffed rice. "Mmm," he muttered. "This is really good."
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Post by ALLISON CHEN on Oct 29, 2013 19:28:09 GMT -8
ATARAXIA (n.)calmness or peace of mind. "Then please eat up, I made quite a bit so you can take some back."
It always was a pleasure to see her guests' faces light up with appreciation when they ate her food. Cooking was one of the few things she had confidence in, that failure doesn't mean anything but another try with different quantities and methods. It calmed her when stressed and it also gave her something to look forward to doing, something to distract and occupy her time with when her mind tries to take her to places that she didn't want to go.
'So how are you finding LA? Your job? I'm really curious about Google." They were all perfunctory questions on the surface but years of being a businessman's child taught her to glean things from seemingly meaningless answers. Although he had been perfectly polite, there had been cautiousness in casualness he had exhibited. The chocolates were a nice touch but it was also perfunctory. Like following a guide for society. Both of them have been schooled in that area extensively, him probably a lot more because he was an only child and she had her older siblings take the brunt of that, though her mother never did quite ease up on her.
Their longest conversation had been about games and books that they liked, about what they might want to do in the future. She had confided in him shyly that she wanted to be a baker. Only now that wasn't quite a dream any more, thanks to Jean and a stroke of luck. Allison wondered what the other's life had been like since they last saw each other. Though the energy was very much there, she was very sure that there was now much more to it and he was much more than he seemed. Children from families like theirs were never simple and to think so otherwise was just stupid.
Like swimming with sharks without a shark cage.
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Post by NEELANJAN MARTIN on Oct 30, 2013 5:05:12 GMT -8
Neil nodded as she told him to eat up, and that there was plenty so he could take it back. "You might regret saying that," he teased as he continued digging into the chutney dip and papadoms. "There won't be any left by the time I'm done with this, and I might have dug through your week's supply of groceries as well." It was all said with a bemused, lighthearted tone, and a twinkle in his eye. Oh, how times had changed and they had changed. He wouldn't have been surprised if Allison turned out to be someone completely different after all. The question about her family was deftly dodged and Neil made a note of that, reminding himself to ask later at a time that was more appropriate.
Business was business, after all.
And even if they weren't exactly discussing any deals, this was also partly a formality, no? The idea of repaying a favour? Don't get him wrong, he did like Allison as a person, or at least he had as a child. She'd once told him that she wanted to be a baker, and when he had been questioned, he'd said that he just wanted to change the world, to shake the foundations that it had been built upon. Neil was still the same, but what about her? Had growing up changed anything about Allison at all?
"Google's great! I'm glad to be in Los Angeles, actually. I missed this kind of weather. I miss wearing flip-flops everywhere." The fact that he'd come somewhat dressed in a dress shirt, suspenders and nice jeans meant that he was actually wearing proper shoes, a rare sight for someone like Neil. Then again, since he'd left his shoes at the door like in Asian custom, he supposed it wasn't so bad. "Everything they tell you about working at Google? It's true. The work culture is great and I'm learning a lot." And being challenged every day, learning how inadequate he was in the scheme of the wider world.
Then again, that was probably for the better, no?
"And you? How's Oxxy? How do you like being here?"
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Post by ALLISON CHEN on Nov 2, 2013 6:51:30 GMT -8
ATARAXIA (n.)calmness or peace of mind. She had to laugh when he threatened to clear her out. Huh, looked like someone never quite lost his charm. Slyly, Allison smiled as she responded with wryness in her voice, "I'd like to see you try, many have attempted to." The unspoken "and failed" didn't need to be voiced but it was there. "Knock yourself out, just don't give yourself a stomachache trying." Though, even if he did end up with an upset stomach, she would have some antacid tablets ready at hand to ease his potential predicament.
"Honestly though, eat your fill and what's left will be cleared up one way or another." There were two vacuums impersonating human beings a few floors below her. It was nice to see him enjoying what he'd been experiencing while he's been here so far.
"I still think Australia's still amazing for inventing flip-flop vending machines. I don't think I could quite forget that." It had been a treat to her ten-year-old self when she came across a tall machine, hoping to get a drunk, only to find that the only items available were flip-flops. Australians.
Allison took another bite of the Moroccan stew and chewed thoughtfully as she nodded while he regaled her with his Google experiences. The environment must be inspiring, she decided as she noted a shine in his blue eyes while he gestured. But he didn't speak with his mouth full. That's a point to him, Mrs. Martin must have drilled manners into her only child.
"Oxxy is great. I'm actually liking here. I'm also not too far from my Aunt. I stayed with her in San Diego while completing high school there. The weather is fantastic, I have to agree with you on that." She hesitated but decided to tell him something else anyways.
"I also got a position as a pastry chef's apprentice recently."
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Post by NEELANJAN MARTIN on Nov 3, 2013 9:09:49 GMT -8
"May I be the first to succeed, then." The cheeky grin on his face belied the caution he was exercising. This wasn't Kristen he was dealing with, nor someone whose opinion he could trust. Rather, this was the daughter of his father's business partner. Anything that he said could be reflected on his father, and he had no idea how close Allison might have been to her parents. The last thing he wanted was his father's reputation to be hurt if he came across as rude. But that didn't stop him from giving Allison a wink, and raising the glass of lassi that she had set out for him.
"To Allison, for this excellent meal!"
With that, he continued tucking into the food, savouring every bite. While there was the mad urge to guzzle everything down as quickly as he could, Neil did his best to take his time. Again, formalities. He couldn't help but wish that he could just do away with them as Aly had said, but it was hardly so simple. Nope, this was the kind of life he was used to, and would have to get used to in the future. It didn't mean he had to like it, though. "Yes, flip-flop vending machines. Everywhere," Neil grinned. "The pride and joy of our entire nation. Along with the drop bears." Absolutely terrifying, those drop bears were. Largest cause of death in the entire country. "I'm sure my parents would love to have you back. You should drop us a line if you're ever in the area."
He took another sip of his lassi as Allison mentioned that she'd been in California for a while. Well, that wouldn't have been hard to guess. She had picked up on some of the accent, and her Facebook had listed 'Westview High School, San Diego' as her high school. But then again, he didn't exactly want to advertise that he had occasionally stalked her profile. He was pretty sure that she had stalked various profiles in her own time, just like everyone else, but it was just one of those things that everyone did but nobody talked about.
"Pastry chef apprentice?" Neil asked, eyes widening. "How is it? Do you like it? I should definitely drop by at your bakery, then," he grinned. "It'd be nice to take a look around and see what you're baking up. If it's anything like what we're having now, consider me sold."
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Post by ALLISON CHEN on Nov 9, 2013 23:16:04 GMT -8
ATARAXIA (n.)calmness or peace of mind. "It's challenging but I really like it," Allison was slowly opening up, her hands beginning to gesture a little as she elaborated. "Jean, that's my boss, is a perfectionist but that just comes with being a pastry chef. He trained in Paris so I know whatever I'm learning is the real thing. It's even better than I'd imagined."
She laughed again when he flattered her once more. Shaking her head, Allison clarified, "I'm just starting out and if I've learned something so far, it's that I'm seriously nothing when it comes to baking. I've got a lot more practice with cooking. Baking is art and science together, even if you don't have the art, you must have the science down pat so that's where I'm really lacking at the moment. Especially with bread, since yeast is a little high-maintenance if you want them to do something specific." She then realised that she was rambling on a little and caught herself.
"Ah, I'm boring you with all the details. You should come down to Chinatown, Jean makes some spectacular creations."
Allison took a few bites as Neil responded, nodding along and then she asked about him. "So how long are you planning to stay in California?"
Frankly, she was surprised to find him here because he was an only child and many hours away by plane from home. She didn't think that Mrs. Martin, as an Asian mother, would have allowed her son to be that far away from her. Not if she remembered seeing how she cooed over her only son, wiping imaginary dirt off his cheek and nose every now and then. How had he gotten the permission? Allison wondered and then paused. She wouldn't be surprised if his mother wasn't aware of his current whereabouts.
What kind of Asian mother would allow their child to take a gap year, especially in the midst of college?
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Post by NEELANJAN MARTIN on Nov 10, 2013 7:04:10 GMT -8
"Well, they say that practice makes perfect, don't they?" Neil asked as he continued to munch on the bread. It was really very good. "And if you made all of this yourself, I would say that there's probably some stuff that you can apply cross-discipline. I think you've got yourself quite the impressive head-start." Some people were good at computers, some people were good at cooking, some people were good at other things. It was a simple fact of life. "I've done quite a bit of cooking since arriving here, but no baking. And thank you for your offer. I might take you up on that."
It was fascinating to hear someone talk about something so passionately. There weren't many people who he felt like he could be around for long periods of time, but for short bursts, Allison was doing quite okay. "Don't worry about it," he dismissed when she apologized. "You're fine. At least I'm not talking about programming." Also, the number of shiny shiny monitors he wanted to have in his dream home when he finally hit it big. One for all of his purposes: gaming, two for programming, music, a movie, one for a webcam, one for the Internet, and one for instant messaging. Another for good measure, and another one to round it up to ten. He'd watched Leverage on Kris' request, and had immediately decided that would be his dream life.
"My name's on the register to go back to Rochester in August." Ooh, he'd rhymed. He thought of maybe phrasing it differently, but he didn't quite feel like doing too much explaining. Besides, it would be bad if he told her he was going to try and stay, but didn't manage to. That and he was telling the truth: Neil was taking only the summer out, not the entire year out. But then again, he couldn't read Allison's thoughts and he hadn't mentioned it, and his mother was unaware that he was working for the summer anyway. Allison was right, just not in the way she thought she was.
"It's nice and warm here, though. To flip-flops and sunshine and actual Asian food!"
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Post by ALLISON CHEN on Nov 11, 2013 6:12:13 GMT -8
ATARAXIA (n.)calmness or peace of mind. "Psh, just finish up and I'll be satisfied." She smiled wryly at his attempt at flattery and then he deferred, telling her that he was worse with computer science rambling. Huh, what a shocker. No, not really. His father was one of the wealthiest technocrats in Australia, and probably even in the Asia Pacific region. His mother was also into technology. He was the couple's only child, though she wouldn't be surprised if he wanted to make it out on his own. Pride was a funny thing and in a way she could understand.
If she wanted the easy way out, she would have just heeded her mother's words and followed her wishes, instead of sitting here in her apartment on the other side of the country. She had turned tail and ran while she could.
"My minor is actually computer science. But you're interning in Google so my syllabus is definitely baby books to you." There was sincerity in her voice and a matter-of-fact tone that accompanied her smile. She was surrounded by many who are talented and being on top of the mountain was not a norm. She disliked the limelight and was glad that there was someone else more suited to it. Neil was someone like that. If she knew that he liked Leverage too, she would think that they could probably function quite well if they were a team of charitable thieves. But she didn't so that thought never passed through her mind.
"That's two out of three for me. Love the food, love the fact that I can wear flip flops. I miss autumn though."
And wearing her red scarf while sipping a cup of hot cocoa.
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Post by NEELANJAN MARTIN on Nov 11, 2013 6:34:37 GMT -8
"Aww don't sell yourself short. I'm quite sure that I'm no expert in whatever you're majoring in. And if you've got a question or two you can always drop me a line." He had nothing to lose from offering to help, after all, and everything to gain. If he happened to be busy with work projects, he was quite sure that Allison would understand if he said no to helping out. What was with people putting themselves down when they realized that he was with Google, anyway?
If he had cared more about it, he would be starting to find it slightly irritating. Neil frowned.
"We've all got potential to do wonderful things. I can only hope that we learn to tap into ours and actually do them."
A rare moment of complete honesty, not shrouded by a smile and his natural charm. But it had been on his mind for a while. He'd always believed that he'd been able to tap into his natural potential, but recent events were beginning to prove otherwise. The brunette sighed inwardly as he continued to chew at his food. Well, it was time for a change of subject, wasn't it?
"Ah, yes. You and your parents always lived in temperate climates, didn't you?" he asked. "I remember your father used to tell me to visit you back when you guys had come to Australia. Never took him up on that offer. Maybe I should pop back and say hi-- he used to like some warm drink a lot that you guys bought a ton of from Perth. I should bring some. What was it again?"
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Post by ALLISON CHEN on Nov 15, 2013 9:07:02 GMT -8
ATARAXIA (n.)calmness or peace of mind. Allison wasn't asking for any help, in some ways she was prideful like that. She understood that everyone had their projects and work, so naturally she wasn't really one to impose. She smiled as he changed subject and went on about everyone having potential. That was something she could agree with but she also believed that some people also had a head start in certain aspects. However, it was all up to the individual, really. Just because you were given more, didn't mean that you will forever stay ahead.
Suddenly the conversation veered towards her family and inevitably her father. Neil asked about her father's choice of warm drink and she was about to answer, only to find herself grappling at straws. How could she forget? Why couldn't she answer her? Her mind blanked and she could feel her chest tightening already as her throat constricted. She can't forget that, what if she already forgotten other details? Panic was beginning to set in and she gripped the edge of her table in an attempt to calm her quickening breaths.
"I—" Oh god, this was beyond embarrassing. She was this close to breaking down in front of someone she hadn't seen for more than a decade. Where was all the control she had painstakingly built to prevent exactly this from happening?
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Post by NEELANJAN MARTIN on Nov 15, 2013 14:47:52 GMT -8
Whoa there.
Neil's jolted backwards as he watched the other gasp out loud, clenching the table in a death-grip as she began to stutter. "You okay?" he asked tentatively, eyes focused on her as he noticed her breath start to hasten, her eyes wide open as her gaze drifted from his. Only that was a silly question. She was obviously not okay, he noted as she started to hyperventilate. Shit. Shit shit shit what was he supposed to do at a time like this? No. He was supposed to be calm. He was supposed to be cool--
"It's fine. Don't worry." With that, Neil bounded out of his seat, resting a hand on her back. This was okay, right? He was supposed to do this, wasn't he? "J- just-- don't worry. It's fine," he said, taking a deep breath. No, the last thing he needed was to panic himself. He was supposed to be reassuring.
But what in the world was going on.
"It's okay," he said, hoping that he came across as calm, rational, reassuring. Was it okay to touch her? Neil squeezed his eyes shut, taking in yet another deep breath. The last thing he needed to do at this stage was panic himself. "I- it's fine. You don't have to answer." No, that had probably been something stupid.
Keep calm, keep calm, keep cool.
"You'll be okay."
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Post by ALLISON CHEN on Nov 16, 2013 6:16:24 GMT -8
ATARAXIA (n.)calmness or peace of mind. If it was only that easy.
Allison gasped again, trying to suck in a breath, any breath as she began to feel like a fish out of water. She looked up, her frantic eyes searching in Neil's blues and her grip on the table tightened. He must think her unstable as she struggled to ride out the panic attack, at least there were no black spots colouring her vision. This wasn't going to be a serious one but it has been ages since she had experienced one, let alone have someone witness it. Jesus Christ, it was just plain humiliating. But Neil's hand on her back helped her as she took comfort from the point of contact, taking in a shuddering inhale as she tried to reassert her control once more.
Soon, her breathing began to start levelling but she was still pale and shaking slightly. Allison bit down on her lips but didn't rush the recovery process, concentrating on her friend's voice to keep herself from tipping over again. There was just the sounds of her harsh breathing and Neil's soothing words as she crawled back to normalcy. It was a while before she could speak and when she could, she swallowed her pride and revealed her condition.
"I'm s-sorry. I didn't mean to bother you with a panic attack. It just h-happens when something is triggered." Allison fell silent for a few beats before speaking up again,"My father is dead. He has been for the last seven years. I f-forgot what he liked to d-drink." She pursed her lips and whispered tightly.
"I'm afraid of forgetting him."
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Post by NEELANJAN MARTIN on Nov 16, 2013 23:38:45 GMT -8
Wait, dead?
Neil froze for a moment, his hand lingering on her shoulder. Bright blues widened with shock as his lips parted to speak, but he couldn't find the words to answer her.
"I- I'm so sorry."
What else was he supposed to say? No, no, this wasn't the time to think about himself. Not when someone was having a panic attack in front of him. Yes, that was what it was-- she was having a panic attack, he didn't quite know what to do, so all he could do was be reassuring. No time to apologize about things that happened in the past. Time to focus on Allison and on what was actually going on, in the present, in the now.
"You won't forget him." Were they empty words? He certainly hoped not. "You'll always have memories." But he'd never lost anyone before. Never known anyone who'd died. Somehow, his words felt hollow, almost empty, even if his tone was calm and he did his best to smile.
"Y- you have too much to hold on to."
What was he even saying any more? This was the sort of thing you were supposed to say, right? Neil took a deep breath. How were you supposed to make sure someone having a panic attack was going to be okay?
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Post by ALLISON CHEN on Nov 17, 2013 9:10:56 GMT -8
ATARAXIA (n.)calmness or peace of mind. He kept reassuring her and didn't freak out like her mother and teacher had when they had experienced it while she had one. Allison was extremely thankful, even if it was all empty words. Sure, people lost closed ones all the time but she doubted most had severe reactions like her when faced with certain anxieties.
What made him so sure that she wouldn't forget her father? Wasn't it biological for your brain cells to deteriorate as time passed and with it the memories? No matter how treasured, there was always a time stamp on everything. She found that out the hard way when her father literally dropped dead. He shot her a smile and she could see that it was a little forced but he was trying his best, which was a lot more than some around her. And when he said that she had too much to hold on to, Allison couldn't help a weak chuckle as her grip slowly began to loosen.
"Some might even say far too much."
At least that was what her therapists were saying at one point during her previously weekly visits. They all said the same things, along the same lines.
You need to let it go, Allison.
Do you think he'd be happy to see you like that?
You must learn to live with the fact that he's dead.
Accept it and move on.
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Post by NEELANJAN MARTIN on Nov 17, 2013 22:39:10 GMT -8
This wasn't about him.
No, this wasn't about him right now. He wasn't supposed to be worrying whether he was doing the right thing, how he appeared or how he would come across to her if he messed up. Allison was practically hyperventilating at this point, and Neil knew that he had to do his best to be here for her. But her grip started to loosen, and a chuckle slipped from her lips; Neil greeted that with an uneasy smile.
He had never been very good at comfort, or with emotions. He wasn't a particularly emotional person himself, to be fair. No, he preferred logic, he preferred numbers, he preferred things that required rational thought. So he hoped that he was at least showing the correct emotional response. At this stage, it was about what she wanted to hear, not so much what was probably correct.
"Far... Too much?" Was he prompting her to talk? Perhaps he was. Perhaps he wasn't. He didn't even know himself. It would have felt strange to not say anything and leave the space between them empty, though. It was the kind of thing you did, after all. Offered guidance and soothing words, echoed their sentiments but didn't mock them. If she wanted to elaborate, she would herself.
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Post by ALLISON CHEN on Nov 18, 2013 4:50:21 GMT -8
ATARAXIA (n.)calmness or peace of mind. She gave him a disjointed shrug and let loose another stabilising exhale. Allison could feel her tenuous hold on her control returning and then her shoulders began to relax; her entire body had locked up in its battle against the pending panic attack. Now that it was over, Allison felt more relieved than embarrassed. She wasn't looking for comfort, many have had offered before him and she knew that the only person who could make a difference was herself. There was no way else going about this. Once her hands were off the edge of the table, they curled tightly on her lap as her face began to regain a little colour.
"I started having panic attacks because I couldn't deal with the grief. It was too sudden and too much. Manifested as a panic disorder." Allison paused before continuing her tale, "It was my middle school teacher who told me the news and my reaction was my first ever panic attack. I've been trying to get over it ever since then."
She fell silent again as she took a few steadying breaths. "I still slip up once in a while. Stress is a trigger, so zen is pretty much the modus operandi for me. Sorry you had to witness that." Allison swallowed once nervously. "I'm not saying that you are but please don't blame yourself for this episode. You had no idea and I was too careless. I haven't had one of these in a while."
While her hands still shook slightly, it steadied when she reached for her glass of water to get some calming sips. Wary browns looked over the edge of the cup as she observed his reactions to the newfound information she'd just offered him.
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