(Its fine, morning!)
Does She Know What She's Doing? (Closed once someone comments)
"I won't tell you that everyone is special since that's not true but at least there's something to live for. Your music career is starting off already, and won't be able to ever become a success if you don't keep on living. You don't need a shove to go in the right direction, you just need to convince yourself that it's worth it because if you don't yourself, no one else will."
(bump?)
(oh sorry)
She eyeballed you. "What's the point stranger? Nobody would give a damn anyways. Hell even you barely know me."
(you're fine)
"I guess part of that is true, but I'm just a spectator trying to at least help you make some kind of decision," Xander said, rubbing his neck. "What's your name anyways?"
"Evelyn. Yours?" She asks quietly, curling up on the couch. "Thanks by the way…you've helped quiet a bit."
"Alexander, but I go by Xander." He answered, leaning back onto the nearest doorframe. "It's no problem, I kind of needed a distraction from my busy and hectic day."
"Hm, only to walk in on more hell?" She asked, eyeing the pile of Presents sitting on the small kitchen table.
"Eh, I've dealt with worse." He looked towards her line of sight, seeing the presents on the table. "Who are those for?"
"Me. I told you, I was going to have a bonfire tonight. All these years together…he loved getting me stuff.Stuffed animals, flowers, posters…I'm keeping the really cool stuff that I know I could never get again but most of it? Worthless broken memories that will probably kill me."