❛ i don't want to go to go think i'll make it worse,
everything i know brings me back to us. ❜
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❛ cousins felt like a second home to the brooke family, year after year they would return to the same place every summer. but this year felt diff...
My heart was racing as I tried to keep up, my hands clammy as I panted frantically. The wind hit my face with force as I wizzed past the trees that began to blur into one another. I finally took a deep breath as I came to a halt, a frizz of ginger hair next to me also catching her breath.
"That has to be a new record." I puffed, putting my hands on my hips as I squinted at the sun.
"In my defence, I've slept like twelve hours this week." She waved her hand in the air as she defended herself. Agnes was a great friend, but every time I saw her, it felt like salt in a wound.
I tried to hide the frustration that came with seeing her so happy, her stories from the hospital, and her bus work schedule, but it was hard. She was saving lives and me well, I was cleaning the house five times a day.
"Yeah, we get it. You're employed." I scoffed, trying to make the conversation lighthearted.
"I'm sorry for the whole Liv thing," Agnes's face winced as she tilted her head, a genuine, apologetic look on her face, "It wasn't fair that she found out like that, from me at least."
"No, that's my fault, I should've told her," I admitted, scrunching my face up in disappointment. I really did mean to tell her, but I couldn't. I could barely cope knowing I had lost my job, let alone telling Liv, it was her dream as much as it was mine.
"So what are you just gonna laze around all summer?" Agnes questioned, making me scoff. I'm not lazy, just simply unemployed at this moment in time. The only good thing about not having a job was that I could lie in bed longer; however, Liv still had to be up and out early, so that defeated the point.
"I've been busy...cleaning." I trailed on, my voice barely audible.
"Your apartment has like three rooms."
"Four." I corrected.
"That's not the point." I knew she was right, but I just didn't want to admit that I had nothing important to do. "You need something to keep your mind at ease."
"There's a position at the Garth Lab that I'm really into."
"It's not lab work, it's a demotion."
"You know, sometimes you can be really blunt," I slyly remarked, feeling like she was pushing at my buttons.
"I just thought that you wanted to work with patients."
I felt like screaming at her, "Yes, of course that's what I want to fucking do!" but that would make me sound insane. It was the whole reason why I went into this field in the first place. Watching these nurses tend to my mom throughout her treatment, even up till her deathbed, truly meant a to to me. Despite knowing she was going to die, they still treated her like any other patient, and I wanted to give that back to someone else.
