you'll always know me, 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚.
❪ ⭐️ ❫
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇...
dorothea williams moves back to
her little farm town after moving
her senior year, not knowing that
what she left behind was beyond
more than a simple love story.
ᯓ★
matt sturn...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
three. you know where to find me ! real life & letters...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
DOROTHEA TOOK ONLY ABOUT FIVE minutes to accomplish the walk back to her grandma's house. and the entire time she was desperately trying to repress every thought of matt that tried to make its way into her head. she wasn't going to deal with that right now, and hopefully not for the rest of her visit. though, everything that just happened was just so hard for her to ignore. how did they let themselves get to that point? they've never talked back and forth like that before.
once she was back inside, she walked over to where her grandma was still sitting in the recliner. "here, grammy," dorothea said as she handed her the loaf of banana bread.
"oh, it looks so delicious! johanna does such a good job. would you be a dear and cut us both a slice?" her grandma looked so excited to get to try the freshly cut banana bread, especially with her granddaughter.
"of course." she took the loaf back, and over to the kitchen, continuing their conversation by saying, "jo gave it to you. she wouldn't take my money." dorothea made it seem like she hated the fact.
her grandma knew exactly how she felt, getting her money shoved back into her hands as if she had anywhere else to spend it all. "sounds like someone i know..." she looked dorothea right in the eyes with a knowing look signifying that she was that someone.
"stop it! that's different." she tried to defend herself, knowing that her grandma was completely right.
"it's really not, dear," she said as she was handed her own little plate with a piece of banana bread.
"i guess." she shrugged, not being able to say much more on the topic. which lead to a decent amount of silence between the two as they finished off their delicious treat.
her grandma was the one to break the silence by suggesting, "why don't you check out your room. we kept it the same just for you."
"oh, okay." dorothea shuddered at the thought of walking back into her old room, especially if her grandma was telling the truth and it had been left untouched. she couldn't think of any reason as to why it would have been messed up under any circumstance.
