Even if I'm gone, just know I love you

Prologue

Anora's Point of view
I thought my parents showed me a different type of love then every other parent would with their child when I was younger, but just because I was a child that didn't mean I was stupid. Yes I was dumb but I was not stupid.
The more I grew older I realized it was abuse, not love.
When my brother,Brett, turned eighteen he didn't think twice of leaving. He moved as far away as he could. I didn't know where but I knew it was a better place than here. My mom would always say he left because of me. She would say he was a cunt for leaving and stuff like that, and I thought she was right. I turned to hating him. Even if we didn't have a close relationship when he was here, I loved him but I didn't anymore. I regretted that.
Once I turned seventeen I knew I was going to leave as far as I could too when I'm eighteen or nineteen.
And I did.
I went to New York. I didn't just leave because of my parents, I also left because I hated california. It was too boring. New York was my dream to live in. I even dreamed about having my own coffee shop, Anora coffee. But what if I die and have kids? I would have to leave it to them. Hamings coffee? No, I don't want to use the last name my parents gave me. I would probably use my husband's last name....
or wifes last name?
Either way, I don't have the money for that. Might as well work for someone else's coffee shop and wait to have the money for it.
"Do you have a job yet?" My therapist, Ms. FIll, asked after spilling my whole life story.
"No, not yet. I'm still looking, and yet I've been rejected." I said with a sigh.
"Hm, well I have a nephew who owns a coffee shop. He took it after his mom...well my sister got sick. His name is Aiden, and he's looking to hire people. Maybe I could give you his number so you could ask him to interview you?" Ms. Fill explained.
"Oh my, yes of course. Where is it, or what's his number?! Oh shit! Thank you so much!" I exclaimed
"Here's his card. It has the name,address and number. I believe we also finished our session."
I look at the card, Fills coffee.
Interesting.
"Thank you Ms.FIll."
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I walk into the half empty studio apartment I've been staying in for the past months with two bags of groceries . I'm exhausted, I put the bags on the kitchen floor, I walk to bed and plop on top of it knowing I will have to get up at some point to put the food away.
Then I remember I have to call that Aiden dude to ask about that job interview.
I get up as fast as I can, run to the kitchen counter that has my purse, I grab my phone and the now crumbled business card. I type in the numbers in my phone, put it against my ear and let it ring.
Aidan's point of view
It's 8:30 at night and I'm closing down the shop for the day. It's been busy without my mom, But I'm doing the best I can to help her. I take off my apron and hear the phone ring.
People really need to check the time when the shop closes or opens.
I answer it.
"Hello, this is FIlls coffee shop and it's closed. Call maybe at 9:30 in the morning to order something, bye" I responded.
"What! No, I'm not calling to order." a girl added "I'm your aunt's client, and I'm looking for a job and she said you were hiring so I'm wondering if you could interview me."
Aunt annie? She's also been a help with helping in the shop or giving money, so this really isn't a surprise.
"Oh! I'm sorry. Yes of course I can interview you, you can come tomorrow morning at 8:00. Can I get your name?"
"Anora, Anora hamings." The girl, Anora, stated. "Thank you!"