When is a monster no longer a monster?
Oh, when you love him.
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Jᴀsᴘᴇʀ Hᴀʟᴇ / OC
**story heavily edited and moved from Quotev**
**in process of editing**
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CHAPTER TWO first sight
"Do you want to go get something to eat?" Elizabeth asked, peaking into her daughter's room later on that night.
Chelsea stretched as she stood up, closing the last drawer to her bureau. "Yeah, I could eat," she answered with a smile.
"Excellent! There's this diner that I used to go to back when I was your age — I hope it's still there," Elizabeth pondered with her finger on her chin.
"I don't think anything from this town has changed, mom. Doesn't seem like the type of place to be up to date."
"Hush," Elizabeth swatted, but she laughed anyway at her daughter's joke. "Come, let's get some food."
Chelsea nodded her head before following her mother out of her room and into the living room. They both grabbed their respective belongings before walking outside towards the 1998 Ford Taurus parked on the front lawn.
Chelsea listened to her mother's chatter throughout the drive — she was pointing out locations and old stores that she remembered from when she was a kid. Chelsea leaned her head against the headrest with a soft smile, enjoying her mom's exciting aura about being back home. It made the move just a little bit easier — and Chelsea a little more hopeful.
The mother-daughter duo parked in front of a small diner called The Carver Cafe. Chelsea frowned at the name, getting a ping of reminiscence.
Carver was the name of the small town that she grew up in — it was where she left all her demons and skeletons. She didn't want any reminders; and yet, here she was, getting reminders in small forms.
Chelsea silently followed after her mother, keeping her head down as they walked into the diner. The blonde ignored the ping of hurt in her chest as she looked up from the busying people surrounding the small café.
"Elizabeth?"
The mother glanced up before letting out a loud laugh at the response of her name. "Charlie Swan! Long time no see!"
Chelsea glanced at the person that her mother named. He was wearing a police officer's uniform; he had dark curly hair, with matching dark brown eyes. A full stache rested on top of his smile as he looked down at her mother.
"It's been about eighteen years — I'd say!" Charlie exclaimed, leaning forward to hug Elizabeth. "How are things?"
Elizabeth gave him a sad smile in return. "Just got recently divorced, decided to move home." She was quick to change the subject to avoid questioning. "How about you? Anything new?"
