𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐄'𝐒 return to La Push, Washington was meant to be spent in tranquility. A space outside of white rooms and beeping machines. A space where she can dive into the reminiscence of her care free childhood. However, her life fl...
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𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃, "excuse me?"
Sue got between them, raising her hands so they don't come near each other. "Ladies wait," she said calmly. She first turned to Joy with a sigh, she kneeled down in front of her and took her wrists in her hands. "Joy, you know she can't do that. The imprint won't allow it," Sue said.
"Im-imprint? Quil imprinted?" Eleanor asked, slowly taking a seat in the coffee table. "On Cecelia," Emily confirmed Eleanor's thoughts. A sob ripped through Joy's chest, as she feared for the future mental state of her son. Eleanor immediately moved next to the woman and hugged her close. "I'm so sorry," she started, but she didn't know what she was apologizing for. She knew her niece was on borrowed time, but that wasn't her fault. "I-I don't know... I don't know what to do, or say," Eleanor stuttered, as her own tears were brought to her eyes. This would make it harder to let her niece go. Joy shook her head and returned the other woman's hug, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have reacted that way. It's just, my boy has already gone through so much...this would kill him. Losing her would kill him."
Sue sighed and turned to Emily, "where's Sam?"
"With the elders at Billy's," Emily answered, unsure of how to comfort the other two women. "That's where we need to go. They'll know what to do," Sue said and stood abruptly, everyone else following in suit.
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The doorbell rang and Cecelia quickly got up to greet the incoming guest. She opened the door with a wide smile and threw her arms around the girl. "Hey Kim," she smiled at her and Kim returned the favor. She let the Moore girl inside their home, and walked towards the kitchen. "I prepared some hot chocolate, just make yourself at home. There's stuff that still needs to be unpacked, so it's not much, but it's something," Cecelia hollered from the kitchen. Kimberley looked around the quaint home, ignoring the obvious dust plaguing on some of the furniture. She looked at the pictures on the wall and noticed the famous late Clive Archer with a large striped bass in his arms.
Cecelia came up behind her with two mugs in her hands, handing one to Kim. "Auntie Elie said that Uncle Clive would always brag about that fish. She said he didn't even take it home to eat, simply let it go after taking that picture," Cecelia smiled fondly, as she placed her hand on the picture. "I never met him, but I just know he was a good guy."
Kim smiled softly as she took a sip of the cocoa. "Ugh, I haven't had hot cocoa in so long," she moaned in delight, throwing her head back. "I know, delicious right? My aunt grounded all the cocoa and sugar together to mix the perfect concoction," Cecelia stated proudly, making Kim gawk at her.
"This isn't like nestle or anything?" Kim asked with wide eyes and Cecelia bursted out laughing. "Oh please, my aunt barely trusted the hospital food, you think she's going to trust that?"
There was an awkward chuckle in the room, and Cecelia looked over at Kim who seemed to be deep in thought. It was easy for her to joke about her time in the hospital, something she used to cope. But she worried her lips between her teeth as her friends seemed to tense at her words. "It wasn't all that bad you know..." she tried to start, and Kim looked up at her with a confused look.
