LOVERRRR ! ENGLOT

a distant memory

💥; K00HANDD (wtp)

part 2 of how it ends.
charlotte remembers her first love.
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Charlotte POV.

I opened the front door and walked in, leaving my heels at the entrance. A bit limping, I decided to walk down the hallway to reach the light switch. My fingers turned the buttons upward to illuminate my path.

Oh, home. Sweet home.

A bit sore, I walked to the sofa, where I decided to sit and grabbed one of the cushions, placing it on the table in front to support my foot.

Leaving the courthouse, I had twisted my ankle, either because of my heels or those endless stairs that will kill someone someday (Hopefully not me). I really don't know how I managed to keep walking until I got home.

With my hands, I began to massage my foot slowly; it hurt like hell. My left hand reached my neck to massage that part too. God, I had been working late all for this accident to happen when I'm heading to my happy place.

I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall near the kitchen; it was noon. Aoom would be coming soon with Snack, and I would have to prepare lunch because Snack would stay with my parents until tomorrow afternoon so I had to feed her before dropping her at their house.

My daughter's relationship with her grandparents was the sweetest. If I forgot to take her on weekends, she, with an attitude just like mine, would start throwing tantrums and even beg her dad, who always fulfilled her whims.

Ah, today was a long day, but everything has its reward. The only good thing is that today is Friday.

The door opened, and I heard the voice of my little girl. Oh, how I love her.

"Char?" Aoom's voice made me turn my head towards the door.

"Hey, Babe." I heard my daughter's excitement in the hallway; she must be taking off her shoes. Soon, I saw her running into my arms. "Hello to you too, Nack."

A hug from my daughter was enough to recharge my energy. I helped her sit on my lap, gently stroking her hair.

"How was your day, love?" I planted a little kiss on her head and felt her start talking.

Snack was only 4 years old; all her words sounded like babbling, except for some that were coherent. She still had trouble forming long sentences, but there were things she already took for granted. She was also good at understanding what her grandparents talked about because my dad would always read her before going to bed or explain complex things to her.

"The teacher said she behaved well today, unlike yesterday, because she apologized to the little classmate she had stolen the toy from." Aoom went straight to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water.

"Stolen? She had stolen a toy? You didn't tell me that..." My eyebrows raised, and I saw my friend turning her back; She knew I was going to kill her for hiding that from me. "Do me a favor and bring me some ice."

I watched Snack running away from me, probably because she knew I was going to scold her, but maybe she just wanted to go to her room to get her favourite toy.

"With a towel?" Aoom glanced quickly at the foot on the table and smiled, "Did you twist your ankle?"

I watched as she prepared a towel full of ice and approached me. "Well, you know those stairs are a mess, and the truth is, I blame myself because I left very frustrated."

"You didn't win the case?" I said, bending my head back to see her.

"Don't be ridiculous, Charlotte Austin never loses a case, especially not a divorce one." I rolled my eyes and hit her arm for supposing that.