It was a while before their mother came down from the doctor's office.
The elevator bell chimed ting, ting, ting, and once the doors opened, only Sarah looked up.
The girl knew that things were going to be different now. She knew things were going to change rapidly, and for what reason? To fix her. To heal her. To bring her back.
You've always been this way, haven't you? There is not going to be any retrieving of one's former self. There's just going to be realization. You shouldn't have told them how sad you are. Now you're just going to hurt them with your hurt.
"Come on, let's go," said the mother to her daughters. She was sniffling.
See.
The mother headed to the parking garage, Sarah following quickly, the girl dragging her feet, and dreading everything that was to come.
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The Many Shades of Maroon
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