Two guarded souls who recognize the ache in each other, trying not to fall too hard but drawn together anyway. Their love simmers beneath the surface-fierce, quiet, and complicated. He's her storm in silence; she's his peace in chaos
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"𝐇𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐚"
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September 11th 4:55 pm Orlando, FL
The sound of clattering carts, soft chatter, and faint hum of overhead fluorescent lights filled the supermarket.
Brooklyn moved through the narrow aisle with quiet focus, her sneakers brushing the linoleum floor as she checked off the last item from a crumpled notepad.
She glanced down, rereading her scrawled handwriting. Once satisfied, she folded the list with one hand and shove it deep into the pocket of her black cargo pants.
The other hand pushed her half filled cart toward the front of the store, where the lines at the register were already building.
Her medium length nails, coated in a glossy pink Frenchie designed nails tapped rhythmically against the metal handlebar of the cart–an unconscious beat that matched her internal restlessness.
As she inched forward in line, her phone buzzed inside her pocket, persistent and low . She fished it out, hovering over the screen.
The caller ID lit up: Mom.
She answered with a dry. "Yeah?" Shifting her weight from one foot to another.
"Is that how you always answer the phone?" Her mother's voice rang through the line, half teasing, half chastising.
Brooklyn rolled her eyes but softened her voice. "No, sorry ma."
"No, no, it's fine. I just called to check on you." she laughs a bit. "You've been in my mind."
"Thanks and I've been good" Brooklyn replied quickly, at little too quickly.
"That's good, honey. I miss you"
A small smile crept across her lips as she began unloading groceries onto the conveyor belt, placing each item gently as if grounding herself. "I miss you too ma"
"So come see me" Beverly spoke excitedly." You know my birthday is this Saturday, I want you and Matty to spend it with me. Like old times."
Brooklyn paused mid-reach for a bundle of cilantro, her fingers lingering just a moment too long."I'll come." She said slowly "But have you contacted him?"
"No, but maybe—Your total is 92.48" Her mother started to speak but was interrupted by the cashier.
