"I can't get you off my mind." (Julia/Elizabeth)
Elizabeth walked into the room to find Julia slouched on the couch, ever present glass of whiskey in her hand. The bottle itself was nearly empty, and she had only bought it last week.
"Honestly, Julia, do you have to drink quite so much? I swear I haven’t seen you completely sober in the time I’ve known you.” She said, plucking the bottle off the table and locking it up in a shelf. She didn’t bother with the glass in her hand.
“That,” Julia slurred. “Is a gross exaggeration.”
Elizabeth smiled slightly. “Is it? Well you have to at least admit, you do have an issue.” She watched Julia toss back the rest of her drink.
“Can you blame me? It’s the only thing that helps.”
“I suppose as a psychiatrist-”
“No. No, no… no.” Julia said. “Not that.”
“Then what are you talking about?”
Julia’s head lolled back, gazing at Elizabeth through heavily lidded eyes. She seemed to think a moment before speaking.
“I can’t get you off my mind.”
When Elizabeth only stared, she continued.
“That’s why I do this. It’s supposed to make me think less but really,” She heaved a sigh. “It just makes it worse.”
After a moment, Elizabeth moved to the couch, sitting next to Julia and removing the now empty glass from her hand. “You don’t need to do that, you know.” She said softly.
“Why?” Julia challenged.
“Because I think about you too.” With those words, she laced their fingers together. Even drunk, Julia knew what it meant, and a small smile graced her lips. Maybe she’d be drinking a little less in the future.