Little Infinity

Chapter 9

Do you ever have those moods where you're just like "I WANT TO FEAST ON THE FLESH OF MY ENEMIES" and your friends are all like "la dee da I wanna dance in a field and pick daisies" and you're just all like "NO PUT YOUR DAMN FLOWER DOWN AND GRAB A PITCHFORK"

Basically me rn cause katie slept over last night and we giggled at jokes until like 12

but ok idk I love that Jules is all successful and stuff now and it makes me so happy that like everyone knows who he is but it hurts too cause I remember a time where you couldn't even get an Edelman jersey and I remember a time where not even Patriots fans knew who he was and I remember a time where people would be like, "of who's your favorite player?" and I'd say Gronk, knowing they wouldn't know who Jules was.

Idk it just hurts now that every...well I don't want to say slut but slut, that likes football has an Edelman jersey halfway up her ass or something and idk man it just hurts

I love Xander as much as I love Jules but it doesn't hurt in the same way idk if you get it

So now that I've gotten all sentimental, enjoy and I'll talk to you later. x
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"Hey mom," I mumbled. She dabbed her eyes with the corner of her sweater.

"Hey hon," she replied, wrapping me in a hug. I tried not to cry. "I can carry your bag," she offered. I shook my head.

"No. I'm all set. But thanks."

I brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. My mom looked somber as she led me to the car silently. I threw my stuff in the back and once I got in the front seat, let the tears fall. I texted Cam.

To Cam: landed, safe and sound. love ya xx

From Cam: good. Love ya babe give everyone my best

"Cam says hey. And that he sends his best. He's praying for her," I finally spoke.

"Oh. Well he's a wonderful young man," my mom said quietly.

"What's up with you?" I asked.

"My own mother is dying," she said shortly.

"That's not what I meant." I shook my head. "How are things with Alan? Is Case home too? And what about Nick?"

"Alan's fine, Case is home, and Nick came in yesterday," my mother replied. I sighed.

"Are we going to see her now?" I asked. She nodded, again dabbing her eyes.

"Just in case. She's not doing well, Sadie."

We drove past our street, childhood memories flooding my mind. We drove in silence, except for the faint sound of Jason Mraz barely audible from the stereo. Mom took a couple turns, but my eyes were so blurry with tears that I couldn't exactly tell where we were. I saw a sign that said Shady Oaks, or something cliché like that. Tears continued to stream down my face as my mother stopped the car. I sat, frozen, for about three minutes. I would've stayed frozen all night if my mother hadn't taken my hand and given it a reassuring squeeze. I got out of the car shakily. We went inside, and my legs were numb. My mouth was numb. Everything was numb. Mom looked at the receptionist, and she gave a look that translated to, Go ahead. My mother trembled as we went into a room in the back. It was dark; the shades drawn. I saw a bed, and my heart broke. The vivacious, beautiful, loud and opinionated Saints fan I once knew was lying in bed, her face wan. Her hair was stringy and streaked with grey. Her normally high and prominent cheekbones were sagging and her bright eyes, identical to mine, were sunken. A cry escaped my lips.

"Hey, kiddo," she smiled tiredly. I opened my mouth slightly.

"Hey, Grams," I choked out, my mouth dry.