❝ he's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds.❞
➸ mary jane thomas despises the east coast, but princeton university is an educational prospect she cannot refuse. she has great ambitions to become an author one day, an aspiration her overbearing fa...
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𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 ― 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘, 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐑𝐘, 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍. The dull hues of the foliage and fauna were made vibrant, and there was not a wisp of white in the clear, cerulean sky. A late, lovely summer sight to behold. Yet the blistering sunlight was oppressive to the East Coast populace and scorched the New Jersey city of Princeton. It was one of the warmest days of the year.
Most people stayed inside, their air conditioning turned on and a fruity, icy drink in their hand, waiting for the heat to pass. The people of Princeton were not accustomed to the humid, hot weather, but Mary Jane Thomas was.
Mary Jane was a West Coast woman at heart, having spent most of her life living in Los Angeles, she was no stranger to a hot summer day. She welcomed it instead, because, despite the scalding leather car seats and melted foundation and mascara, it gave her that taste of home she desperately yearned for.
She hated the East Coast— loathed it, actually. New Jersey was cold and miserable, nothing like sunny California. That made it appear as if she disliked everything about the East Coast, but that wasn't true, there were some, small things she found bliss in. She adored her friends, getting to see family often, and Princeton University, where she would be starting her second year as an English major in a few weeks.
Her family and she had lived in Princeton before, years ago. Princeton was where her father and mother were from, where they met, got married, and had two children, a daughter, and a son. They had a whole life here, they were the picture-perfect family, the American Dream.
Things fell apart when her mom got diagnosed with stage four leukemia a year after she gave birth to her younger brother, Mark. Things appeared to be going well at first, chemotherapy seemed to be working, and her health was on a steady incline for a few months. The prognosis looked good, her doctors strongly believed she would survive the ailment.
Eight months in, something went wrong, her condition worsened abruptly, and she was hospitalized. The doctors tried everything to treat the cancer, a higher dose of chemotherapy, blood cell transfusions, and a stem cell transplantation, but everything was ineffective, nothing worked.
After ten months, her mom couldn't keep fighting, the treatment was having little to no effect. She fought the entire way, for her family, but she died alone, weak, and barely lucid in her hospital bed. Mary couldn't understand why she couldn't see her mother anymore, she was only five years old, a little girl. She didn't get why her mother had left her and her family all alone.
