Kalopsia // Fillie

Chapter n i n e t e e n

♥nineteen♥

ღthe thing about fateღ

- two months later -

"Millie? Almost ready?" Miss. Dyer asks, her smooth voice light and bubbly.

"Almost! Just helping Sadie clean up, we were trying to decide what I should wear to the meeting." 

Miss. Dyer smiles at me and the red-headed girl in turn.

"Well, you have five minutes. Don't wanna keep her waiting, this lady seems like a good match for you Mills."
I wince at the nickname, but quickly shake it off. Six days after Finn's...departure, I was released from the hospital. Since the state found out that my father abused me a total of fifteen times in one month, they demanded I be taken away and given to adoption agencies. It isn't that bad, I mean, it's better than being with my dad. The house that I stay at is fantastic. I have a roommate named Sadie, but sadly, she's no Finn.

"It's alright Millie, I've got this if you want to head to the room," Sadie offers while sweeping her long hair behind her ear. Miss. Dyer knocks and opens the door before I have the chance to reply, so I just mouth a quick 'thank you' as I follow the mid-twenty-year-old woman down the hall. I feel nervous, but I can't figure out exactly why. I've gone through this at least a million times. Looking down, I focus on my shoes instead of Miss. Dyer's curly hair and paisley dress. My legs are as good as new now, the doctors were pretty shocked at how fast they healed. There's still bruises, but Sadie helped me cover them with knee-socks. It works with my black peter-pan collared shirt and matching skater skirt nicely.

"Nervous?" Miss Dyer asks politely, interrupting my thoughts. 

"Totally."

"You'll be fine."

She's right. I will be, no matter the outcome. Miss Dyer walks briskly through a beige doorway, but I linger at the cusp. Maybe I'm not as ready as I previously thought. All the other adoptions fell through, or the people didn't like me enough after the interview to apply. Breathe Millie, breathe. So I do, deeply through my nose, and peer inside. The room appears exactly as it usually does—faded floral wallpaper, fuzzy mint lamp, oak table in the middle of the room—but something I can't put my finger on makes my heart flip. Alright, this is getting on my nerves what's changed? Then, then I see it, and my knees start to wobble. It's her. It's the woman carefully seating herself in one of the wooden chairs. I'd recognize those brown eyes and that playful smile anywhere.

"Millie? Are you okay? You look like you're going to pass out," Miss Dyer remarks with alarm.

The woman trains her eyes on me and offers a small grin, the same one I've seen a hundred times before. 

"It's....you."

I was hoping for something more intelligent. Gee, thanks, brain! The lady sits straighter as her eyes shift over my face like I'm a puzzle she can't figure out.

"Have we..do I know you?"

Even her tone has traces of his. This is killing me. I feel a tiny spark of anger flare up in my ribs at the thought of her leaving Finn all alone during his last few months. No Millie, calm down. Finn wasn't mad at her and you have no reason to be.

"You're..no...you were Finn's mom."

My voice cracks, because this is the first time I've said his name aloud in months. Miss Dyer looks as confused as ever, but this isn't about her. Mrs. Wolfhard looks like she's seen a ghost, which is a strange way to put it since she most likely never has.

"How do you-"

"Finn was my best friend..." I say softly, my tears finally betraying me and rolling down my face.

I let out a terse laugh imagining how insane I must look to Miss Dyer. Sinking to the ground, I wipe the droplets off my face and sniffle lightly. 

"He was my roommate at Harbour's..and the only person in this world that's ever truly cared for me. Finn was an amazing person, I hope you know that."

Now it's Mrs. Wolfhard's turn to cry. She does so elegantly, dabbing her eyes with her sleeve.

"W..was he angry at me? For never visiting?" She stammers.

Gathering up my waning strength, I stand and walk over to the table, just to seat myself across from the middle-aged lady.

"No, not at all."

We sit in an easy silence for a few moments before Miss Dyer clears her throat.

"Well, that...that was emotional. But I think it's time we move onto the purpose of this meeting. I'll ask you both some ques-"

"I'll adopt her," Mrs. Wolfhard interrupts.

My heart pounds. Did I hear her right? I must've because she's pulling papers out of her purse and sliding them towards Miss Dyer.

"Everything is right here, I'm a fit parent now...I promise I'll look after her and I'd like to take her home as soon as possible."

A warm feeling tears across my chest. I smile because I'd prefer to instead of crying all over again.

"We can arrange that, I'll go through your paperwork and submit it. We should have a response within the week, if you could just sign here and here...."

Their conversation fades to background noise as I slump back in my seat. Things are looking up...again.

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Just a lil heads up, this corny story is nearing its end :'( 

~K