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Lock down

"Vada, are you okay?!" Max's voice crackled with worry and fear, cutting through the tense silence. "What was that?"

Vada's mind raced, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. She struggled to find her voice, her heart pounding in her ears. "I... I'm not sure," she finally managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "It sounded like... like a gunshot. I'm scared, Max."

"What's going on, Vada?" Max's voice trembled with escalating panic, reflecting the chaos that unfolded in the background. The cacophony of screams and gunshots intensified, a chilling reminder of the danger surrounding them. Vada's hand flew to her mouth, attempting to stifle her own fear as she stood precariously on the toilet seat.

Unable to find her voice amidst the chaos, Vada desperately clung to the phone, her grip tightening. Max's pleas echoed through the line, filled with worry and desperation. "Baby? Vada, please answer. Please tell me you're okay."

Vada's heart raced, her mind clouded with fear and uncertainty. The sounds of terror grew louder, drowning out her ability to respond. She fought back tears, her voice choked with emotion as she finally managed to speak, albeit in a trembling whisper. "Max... I... I'm scared. I don't know what's happening. Please, Max, stay on the line with me. Don't hang up. I need you."

Tears streamed down Vada's cheeks, mingling with a mixture of fear and relief as she clung to her phone, desperate for the soothing sound of her girlfriend's voice. Max's presence, even through the phone, served as a lifeline, offering a semblance of comfort and reassurance in the midst of the chaos that surrounded her.

Amidst the turmoil, Vada's ears caught the piercing wail of police sirens, growing louder and louder. The distant sound of an authoritative voice mingled with the echoes of gunshots, intensifying her anxiety. Vada took a shuddering breath, a glimmer of hope flickering in her teary eyes.

As she listened to the cacophony outside, Vada fought to steady her breathing, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly. She mustered the courage to open her eyes, her vision blurred by tears.

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Vada lay in her bedroom, her covers pulled tightly over her head, shutting out the world. Sleep eluded her, for her mind was consumed by a heavy cloud of anxiety and depression that had settled upon her since that day. The weight of the traumatic events had taken a toll on her spirit, leaving her feeling drained and devoid of motivation.

Days blurred together as Vada found herself trapped in a cycle of listlessness. She had lost her usual zest for life, her once vibrant energy replaced by a profound sadness that seemed to seep into every crevice of her being. The simplest tasks felt insurmountable, and she struggled to find the strength to rise from her bed.

As Vada groaned in frustration, her voice muffled by the covers, the persistent knocking on her door continued. "Go away!" she yelled, her plea for solitude revealing the extent of her need to be alone, a side effect of the trauma she had endured.

However, the unexpected response that echoed through the door startled Vada. "Well, I flew here from Chicago. I was expecting a warm welcome." The voice, familiar and beloved, sent a surge of both surprise and anticipation rushing through Vada's veins. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly removed the covers from over her head, revealing her tear-stained face.

Her eyes widened as she saw the silhouette of the person standing by her bedroom door-a short, curly-haired figure that she recognized instantly. "Max?" Vada's voice quivered with a mix of disbelief and hope, her heart pounding in her chest. Max dropped her bag, taking swift strides towards her girlfriend, climbing onto the bed and enveloping Vada in a passionate kiss, their embrace filled with longing and relief.

Tears welled up in Vada's eyes once again, but this time, they were tears of overwhelming emotion, a blend of joy, love, and gratitude. Max's presence, unexpected but desperately needed, ignited a flicker of hope within her wounded heart.

Breaking the kiss, Max pressed tender kisses along Vada's neck, her voice filled with remorse and sincerity. "Hi, V. I'm so sorry," she murmured, her words laced with an understanding of the pain Vada had been enduring. In that moment, the weight of Vada's isolation and despair began to lift, replaced by the warmth of Max's presence and the reassurance of their love.

Vada's shock lingered in her eyes as she absorbed Max's unexpected presence. "I thought you weren't coming back until a couple of months... why?" Her voice wavered with a mix of confusion and gratitude, her mind struggling to comprehend the sudden change in plans.

Max's expression softened, her fingers gently brushing Vada's hair from behind her ear. She held Vada even tighter, embracing her with unwavering affection. "I know what I said, V," Max whispered, her voice filled with tenderness. "But seeing you like this, seeing the pain you've been going through... I couldn't stay away any longer. You needed me, V, and I needed to be here for you."

Vada's heart swelled with a mixture of emotions-gratitude, relief, and the overwhelming feeling of being seen and understood. She buried her face in the crook of Max's neck, breathing in the familiar scent that brought her solace.