Six years ago, Rey Adams thought she had finally life figured out. Having broken away from her past, her life is irrevocably altered when she meets, a man who is the first person to treat her with kindness and respect. Six years later they're engage...
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Time, up until the day of the funeral, appeared to be motionless. Like a wrinkle had creased that period and snagged hold of every proper functioning sense that Rey had, and thwarted her ability to normally proceed through the typical daily routines that were expected of her. Everything remained a blur within the days that followed as she had spent most of that time crying tears to the point where she was certain her tear ducts had been drained completely. Alas, life that surrounded her seemingly continued to carry on at its regular leisure.
Rey indomitably spent the few remaining days of her bereavement from work lounging, mainly inhabiting the hammock stationed to the left corner of the house's front porch. To those passing the residence from the street she easily remained furtively hidden behind the stonework of the craftsman's architectural design.
Finn and Hux had resumed their normal work schedules and tended to the bait shop. Of course, that wasn't without her reassuring them, time after time, that she could manage taking care of herself while they were gone. She wasn't that helpless for fuck's sake even though the company would undoubtedly be well missed.
She had planned on returning to work by the end of the week after finishing up some last-minute errands anyways, regarding the relevance of Poe's untimely death: one of which was meeting a lawyer within the later hours of the afternoon to discuss the impression of him having a beneficiary and a will that she'd been uncertain of him having. It wasn't as if the topic had ever needed to be brought up, really.
Feeling like a bum although managing to get a morning shower in, her only source of entertainment had solely come down to the aspect of watching their neighbors go about their every day routines. At precisely 7:30 A.M. the sounds of innocent laughter from the kids residing within the residence to the left of her would barrel out of the front door with excitement to start the new school day. They promptly returned at 3:35 that afternoon with coherent babbles of the day's thrilling events to their mother. At least, it was what was considered to be 'exciting' in the eyes of a child.
Within that time frame of the neighboring kids filing into the backseat of their parents' cobalt blue, four-door Toyota Camry, a man - whom she presumptuously believed to live further down the road - would pass by on his morning run with the louder-than-necessary alternative rock music resonating through his ear buds. She could almost regard his pace as being set to the music that was currently in queue.
No sooner than as the runner passed by their house Rey would see the elderly man, residing across the street hobble his way to the end of his driveway for the morning newspaper – his grey hair slightly disarray from sleep moments prior. As usual he always adorned a visually apparent blue, checkered-plaid robe with a white undershirt peeking out from the top of the garment with a pair of gray slacks, and matching slippers that had surely seen better days prior to the given moment.
Rey puffed out a breath in that of a heavy sigh. What in the hell are you doing with your life? She incited wordlessly to herself, scoffing with an enhanced crease between her brows.
