𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚢'𝚜 𝚂𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 ||𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘴||

𝚅𝙸𝙸𝙸. 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚍 𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚢𝚎

Grief is a funny thing. It can show itself in many different ways. Some say there are five stages of grief. But for Sylvie, there was only one.

Running.

Sylvie was on her morning run when she heard the news. Soft 80s songs played out of her earphones and the wind was exceptionally cold, sending chills down her back.

Sylvie was worrying about if her relationship would survive the week when she heard the news. Her heartbeat beating steady but loudly in her chest.

Sylvie had just reached her house again when she looked at the text Stacey had sent her when she heard the news.

Lil McGill

Sylvie, Mimi died

Sylvie could feel her heart sink and a loud ring in her ears after she heard the news. Her mind went crazy, not knowing what to feel. She panicked, she breathed harshly and her instinct kicked in.

She ran.

Sylvie had never run faster in her life after she heard the news. Her legs carried her to she didn't know whereas the ring in her ears didn't go away. Her breathing got uneven and cold sweat stuck to her forehead as tears tried to find their way out. But her eyes wouldn't let them. Right now, all she could do was run.

Run to the person she trusted most. Run to the person who had always understood her. Run to the person she was sure would never leave her. Not Stacey, not her parents, not even Sam.

Evan.

Sylvie rang the doorbell to the Smith house with shaking hands after she heard the news. Her hot breath made small clouds in the chilly morning air when Mrs. Smith opened the door. She took one look at Sylvie's distressed face and let her in.

"I'll get you some tea." She said in her usual soft voice before calling Evan and going to the kitchen.

"What is it?" Evan asked in a tired tone, he had probably just woken up. "Sylvie?" He asked with concern when he spotted her.

"I—I..." Sylvie stuttered as the words could form themselves and the tears were having a war with her eyes to show themselves.

"He did. Didn't he?" Evan asked but Sylvie shook her head frustrated and confused.

"What are you—No, Mimi, she's gone." She managed to choke out and within seconds Evan had his arms around her.

Sylvie felt the tears win as she sobbed loudly on Evan's shoulder after she heard the news. But all Evan could think about was how she would react when Sam finally told her.

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Sylvie was finally home again when she saw Sam sitting on the front porch, fiddling with a piece of paper. He stood up when he saw her and walked towards her while putting the paper in his pocket.

"Kristy told me the news," Was all he said before Sylvie had hugged him tightly, not wanting to let go. "Let's go." He whispered and they walked into the house together. But inside, Sylvie was met with unexpected company.

"Claudia," She breathed out and walked towards her. "Are you—"

"I'm fine. Just staying here for a while," Claudia replied quickly with a smile as Sylvie nodded, understanding the feeling. "Wanna help Stace and I unpack?" Sylvie wanted to say no and looked at Sam, but he was quicker.

"Go." He said and left with a small smile. No bye, no I love you, no kiss, no nothing.

"Come on," Stacey whispered softly to her older sister who was stuck looking at the door. They went to Stacey's room where Claudia would be sharing with Stacey and started unpacking her clothes.