𝙁𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧

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Athazagoraphobia; A fear of forgetting someone or something, as well as a fear of being forgotten.

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River's pov;

I texted Ivy and told her Happy Thanksgiving even though I'll see her later, but in case I forget I won't have to worry about it.

She hasn't replied yet, and I don't expect her to. She's probably sleeping or something. It's just about 8 in the morning and I don't really know why I'm up so early myself, but I don't mind.

At least I hope she's sleeping, I know she doesn't get much of it and I would hate having to deal with that.

As I'm halfway down the stairs my phone pings in my pocket and I pull it out to see it's from her.

"What's got you grinning from ear to ear?" My mom asks as she walks across the room in front of the staircase.

"Vee replied to my text." I tell her as I reply back to Vee.

My Vee<3

Me: Happy thanksgiving:)

My Vee<3: Thanks, handsome. Happy Thanksgiving to you too.

Me: I didn't expect you to answer so early, did I wake you?

My Vee<3: Don't worry, I was already up. Couldn't sleep.

Me: I gotta go, but I'll text you later. Bye Gorgeous.

My Vee: Bye handsome.

"So are you guys a thing yet?" My mom asks once my phone is in my pocket and I'm sitting across from her while she makes breakfast.

Well I mean I think we already are a thing because we're more than friends, but I haven't made anything official yet.

"Maybe..." I trail off.

"Maybe? What's that supposed to mean?" She asks as she pours some pancake batter on the skillet.

"It means, I have not officially asked her yet, but there's something there."

She hums and nods in understanding. After a moment of us sitting in comfortable silence, she speaks up again. "It's just going to be us two going over to Lily's for Thanksgiving. Your dad is going on a business trip."

"Thank god." I mumble, she puts a plate of pancakes in front of me and I shove a bite into my mouth.

My mom can make some really mean panackes, that I admit.

"What?" My mom asks. "I just said oh." I lie. She nods and starts making her own plate. I'm almost half way done with my pancakes when my mom finally sits down next to me to eat hers.

I think we're going to sit and eat here in silence like we always do, but I'm wrong when she opens her mouth and spews bullshit out of it. "You know, your father doesn't mean the things he says to you." She says almost shyly, like if she says the wrong thing I'll just explode.

I pause mid bite and process the words she just said to me. I swallow the bite of food in my mouth, set my fork down and rest my hands on the counter in front of me. "Then why does he say them?" I ask as I turn to face her.