THE following days had come and left quickly and Gracie dreaded the next. Tomorrow will be a Wednesday. She didn't understand how a person could like a day like Wednesday but there was still so much she didn't fully understand about Charlotte but she admired every single part of her.
"Are you ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be I guess"
"We still have a few hours to cuddle before we have to get up"
"Mhmm"
The two girls stayed cuddled up on Gracie's bed as that had been the place both had been staying ever since making up. They enjoyed each other's silent comfort before Charlotte spoke up, still snuggled into the other girl's arms.
"You know, I'm kinda glad it's today"
"It's weird but it's a reward for me"
"Yeah? How so?"
"It's funny how Mark's funeral ended up on a Wednesday"
"A Wednesday to celebrate the end of an era"
"A bad one but still"
"The end of being abused and manipulated"
"But I'm glad he had changed for Abigail"
"You know what char?"
"Mhm?"
"I'm really proud of you"
Charlotte blushed at the small compliment given by Gracie. Truthfully, Charlotte was proud of herself too. She never thought about it much but she had gone through a lot. Her mom had been the glue holding her together and ever since she died, she really had no one but Gracie. Finally having Gracie back was like the light at the end of a tunnel. A tunnel of hell with a bunch of potholes that she had finally driven past. She was proud of herself, really proud.
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