⚠️Just a warning. There is a mention of abuse. And a possible triggering scene. Towards the end, it's an almost-sex scene which was with good intentions turned bad by the characters past experiences. Just wanted to warn you if anyone has a hard time reading heavy topics such as this.⚠️
You are my sun,
My moon,
And all of my stars.
-E. E. CummingsI stayed with my mother for two weeks. She was moving out of my childhood home, to live with her best friend as she had always wanted to. Both of them being widows and completely lonely, as they put it.
There had never been any happy memories made in that house for me. Mostly just fear, and sadness, with little snippets of normal, yet I still found myself a little sad that the house was stripped clean.
My room had already been empty, except for a few little things. Everything else my mother wasn't taking with her was put in storage. It wasn't the physical things that made me feel sad, it was the little memories of happiness. All of my heights from growing up marked on the kitchen wall. Or the handprint my mom and I had made when we first moved here. Those seemed to be the little lasting sorrow-filled moments.
I was exhausted when I finally walked into my apartment, physically and mentally. The entire Ryan encounter had only added to my emotions of the funeral. After he left I hadn't thought about him once, out of sight out of mind. But the second I walked through my front door, everything Ryan related came crashing back in.
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