Chapter 8 || Willow

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Valentine’s Day was tomorrow. Normally, that would be my free day, where popcorn and a good movie were my partners. But this time was different. I was actually anticipating the damn day.

“Is this one to your liking, Miss?”

I snapped out of my thoughts and focused on the rose gold necklace with a butterfly carving dangling in front of me. I’d been here at this jewelry store for near thirty minutes, picking out a present for Mona.

I know. It’s silly. Why would I want to gift a friend a necklace for Val’s Day? Cause it felt like a leash to me even. But let me make it clear to you: no, it’s not a leash. It’s a, dare I say it, friendship necklace.

Shivers ran through my body at that. Friendship necklace? I had officially graduated from my love phobia and was giving a friend a friendship necklace. What a twist.

Over the past few days, I’d grown extremely close to Mona, so much that I invited her home to meet my grandma. It shocked Grandma Reese to see me with another human being and had been reeling with excitement the entire time.

Fortunately, she and Mona got along swimmingly. They both had that tendency to talk animated no matter what the subject was. I honestly felt like a third wheel during dinner that day.

But that wasn't all I felt. Seeing Grandma Reese so alive and bubbly like that made me realize I hadn’t been the best of grandkids. I’d been wallowing in my dejection without understanding that she was most likely having a hard time too. She had to watch her daughter’s marriage shatter and then take responsibility for her kid. Grandma needed someone, too, and it was about time I be there for her.

I smiled at the lady still holding the necklace and said, “Yes, it’s fine. I’ll take two of it, please.”

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