"𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐃
𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔
𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍
𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄"
{ in which an outsider searches for a place to belong and finds it in the place he least expects }
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Started: Wednesday 25th April 2...
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It seemed to me that spending yesterday evening with Kate and her parents was a lot more exhausting than I initially thought it to be.
I went to bed as soon as I got home, collapsing onto a pile of pillows and blankets and drifting off to sleep almost immediately. And absentminded to the fact I was still wearing my suit.
I was rather surprised to find that I'd awoke at nearly half-past nine, which I would consider more than a lie-over.
Over breakfast, I thought about Russell and Marina and how kind they had been to me. However, even though I didn't initially mind, Russell's questioning
What was I supposed to tell a man I'd just met? What was I supposed to tell him when he was watching me like a hawk?
I couldn't just lie.
Lying was wrong and I couldn't cover up the truth even if I wanted to. Especially since Maplebrook was a permanent fixture and especially since I wanted people to like and trust me.
Perhaps it'd be easier to brush it off and just carry on as per usual.
I'd spent much of the later half of the morning trying to fashion a response to the card my brother sent me for my birthday.
The card itself was now pinned to the wall above my desk, despite it being out-of-date. It was a reminder- a fragment- of my family that had made its way to me at what should have been a time where I celebrated with them.
However, that was unrealistic and wasn't just because I was three-hundred miles away from them.
Floyd was busy with work. Constantly. And even though he had always said he'd make time for me, I never wanted to intrude on his life and make him instantly drop what he was doing just so he'd be with me.
The same went for Georgie, my sister-in-law. She worked so hard and looked after Sapphire at the same time. She always seemed to be somehow swept off her feet and it wasn't her responsibility to take care of me like a child. She didn't marry into this dysfunctional family for that.
Nevertheless, Georgie was family. She was like the sister I never had.
And, as one could tell, I didn't have friends.
Who would be friends with me anyway?
I suppose that's what I thought when I came to Maplebrook. Now, however, I was certain that I did, in fact, have friends.
