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Grace

*Missed call from UNKNOWN NUMBER 9pm

*2 Missed calls from UNKNOWN NUMBER 10:15pm

*Missed call from UNKNOWN NUMBER 12am

"Ugh, who the fuck-" My voice trailed off mid rant by the sound of what is currently the most Annoying ring tone ever invented. "Hello??" I won't lie i came out rather harsh but seriously, who needs me enough to call four fucking times?! "Rosemarie, it's Miss Earhart. Or eh Sophie, i just wanted to see if you were okay, you didn't come to class today. " 

I let out a cough and sat up from my bed in the darkened room. "Yeah, just dandy. Look i'm going to speak with France in the office and get last blocks changed. You don't have to deal with this anymore so there's no need to worry."

I could hear the beep from her car as she unlocked it and got in. "Rose, i'm sorry. Is there any way we could talk? I hate how this all turned out."

She sounded sincere but i'm just not sure about it... What if i can't pull away from her? clearly she doesn't want me, the other night was a mistake and nothing more, at least to her. "Is there any point? wouldn't it be better if we just left it alone and pretend nothing happened?" Silence on the other end made my heart skip a beat and i felt my left thumb drag across each fingertip. 

One, two, three, four, four, three two one.. Each count brought my heart beat back down until finally she spoke and i began my count again. "I mean, i suppose you're right. If that's the way you want it to be."  To me my world felt just a degree colder and i felt an mile away. "Yeah. It is."

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I laid in bed for what felt like forever. 

The warm shower did nothing except give me an excuse to find even softer pajama pants to wear, so i found myself in the laundry room ransacking old drawers for abandoned fuzzy pants forgotten until winter. 

As something dropped from beneath the drawer i felt curiosity spark in my stomach. A folded picture that was torn at the corner sat on my lap and i lifted it to examine it's contents. 

Mom and dad sat in front of a small waterfall with his arm around her and his legs trailing just beside. They both smiled broadly as if they didn't have a care in the world, and in that moment everything was perfect. Just as it should be. 

I found myself frowning and placing the picture back where it was. Hidden or lost, i did not know. 

The thing my mother and i hold in common is our ability to hide away what we feel. Nightmares haunt my sleep and restlessness lives in the skin of Grace. I can't remember her ever being home for longer than six months, and when she is here there always seems to be a project. Something waiting for her in another room, building, or even city. For months at a time she'll do shows and sales, marketing and looking at the big picture in another country.

Along her journey's she'll meet all these exciting men, and they all just so happen to be skips. 

Skip to the next guy, next adventure. Each skip somehow manages to be worse than the one before. 

I sighed and stood up, memories of 5 hour shadows and over-sized man wearing my mothers robe made me want to hurl. I padded my way through the house in thick slippers and a baggy long sleeve. Nothing beats an empty house huh. 

My house didn't always feel like this, so cold. It used to be my favorite place to be. It was warm and inviting, and i never felt alone.

When i was 12 my dad died in a car accident, it destroyed my mother so much that i never really got the chance to grieve him. I arranged everything, told our remaining family, and dressed her that day. After a month of silence, tears, and sleeping she got up one day and after that i never saw her cry. She hardly even looks at me. She replaced my mother with a workaholic and Adderall junkie. Takes that stuff like candy and then crashes for a week at a time. "So much for mother like daughter." I said to myself before lighting a joint and stepping out on the back porch.