Canary /Discontinued/

Chapter 21

Narrator's POV:

The ravenette stood up from her seat at the dining table and went to collect the freshly arrived mail.
The younger girl stayed in her seat and sipped her cup of warm coffee.

It was a peaceful morning. That even the weather's humidity couldn't ruin.

She only had classes in the afternoon, and Beatrice worked from home that day due to Dr. Heller having gone abroad to a conference.

The older dragged herself back to the table and flopped down onto her chair.

*Thud*

With that, she dropped to stack of envelopes and newspapers onto the middle of the dining table.

Her green eyes scanned over the senders as she sorted them into groups.

Surprise flashed across her face as she stopped for a few seconds before handing one over to (Y/n).

The (h/c) cocked a curious brow at her as she took it over.

The mail itself lacked the sender's information and only had her name written in cursive on it.

With furrowed brows, the girl torn it open to see it's contents.

One by one, she pulled out a tiny stack of photos from it. All facing downwards.

She wrecked her brain trying to remember whether she ordered any recently or not.
For as far as she was aware of it, she had not.

She reached over to the one on top of the pile and flipped it over like you do in a card game.

It showed a playground.
Children were running around, playing on the swing, digging around in the sandbox. You know, the usual.

Beatrice cocked a dark brow at her after glancing at the photograph. (Y/n) simply shrugged her shoulders and flipped over the second one.

It showed a young girl grinning at the camera.
Her hair was messed up by the wind as she played with a cat in front of her.
(A/n: If you're allergic to cats, feel free to use rabbits or dogs instead, due to this detail serving no plot purposes.)

Her (e/c) eyes widened at that.

'How the hell did someone get a picture of me as a kid!??' She thought to herself.

On after the other, she flipped all the pictures over.
All of these showed her in different places, roughly from around the same time period.

The (h/c) shook her head and dismissed her paranoia as a valid seeming theory popped up in her mind.
'This must have been sent by mom.'
She thought as a scowl formed on her face.

She walked into the living room and dumped the pile into the fireplace that's main purpose was decorating.
Then she went back to the kitchen and dug through the drawers for a lighter. Upon finding one, she turned on her heel and lit the pictures up.

She squatted in front of the glass sheet and watched the corners slowly turn to black and curl up.

They say “burn up bridges”, well, she decided to burn pictures instead.

As the documentation of a part of her childhood slowly turned to ash, she stood back up and rejoined Beatrice at the table like nothing happened.

“What happened?” The secretary asked her.
“Nothing.”
The (h/c) muttered as she went back to finish her breakfast.

No matter how many times the older tried to inquire, she has shot down each and every attempt of hers.

After she placed her plate and cup into the dishwasher, she went to her room.

As she opened up the messaging app, her phone buzzed as a new message popped up.

𝚄𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗:
𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐?

Her heart stopped for a second as she remembered back to his parting words from yesterday.

'I'll have to jog your memory…'

He talked about having to remind her…

She typed in a reply.
𝚆𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐?

The tick mark soon popped up by the chat bubble telling her that he has read it, yet no attempt was made to answer it.

After waiting for 5 more minutes, she gave up on her hope of getting a reply.