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35. Water Under the Bridge

IF YOU TOLD Y/N that all it would take for her to be understood was an almost-accident, she would have asked you how much sanity you have lost. Her best friend, (y/fr/n) has suddenly appeared out of nowhere once again, excusing herself with the regards about her social battery draining her and being burnt out from her academic journey. It was nice to finally keep in touch with her again after she'd been informed that the girl's parents have basically not only sent millions of messages to Y/N, but her as well.

"I know you might think I'm rushing my life," she started as she sighed on the phone with her parents on the other line, listening in silence, "But all I ever wanted was to have my own say about my dreams and what I want to be. I'm grateful and all, but don't you think I'm able to start being so dependent on you now? I'm turning eighteen, and that already says much. I'm aware you just want to help or that you don't want me detaching from you, and I promise I won't, but from all this strong grip, I think you're losing me much more."

Did that sound like a threat? They would think it's a threat. People are able to twist the meaning of a statement that's not worded correctly, but even so, she had the right, right? Maybe, but it still felt . . . What's this? Why is it that she still felt bad about telling them how she felt?

There was a dead silence for a minute there. She was about to speak again when her father cut the pregnant pause by a statement she wanted to hear yet didn't expect, "We're sorry. We've been clutching onto your life that we didn't think about how it was hurting you."

"I want to say it's fine, but — "

"We don't want to hear it now. Maybe instead of words, we could prove it to you by simply just letting you do what needs to be done. We trust that you still know your limitations."

"Where is this all coming from?" Y/N asked and laughed. It was a joke, but she did want to know where. They didn't seem like her strict parents at all.

"We've been collecting informations from Facebook — "

"Ah, Facebook," Y/N repeated, slightly wondering how a toxic app for the elders have also come to educate her parents in a way.

"And some websites, Aquora and Readit." Her mother added.

"You mean Quora and Reddit?"

"Oh, yeah. Those."

They shared a round of laughter for a solid minute and exchanged even more sappy and sentimental remarks that made them feel better. It could be considered a happy ending for them, but truly, the story hasn't ended yet. Y/N was free, and her friendship and family were restored. What more could make or break a perfect chapter of her life?

⠀⠀hey

hi⠀⠀

⠀⠀i know  this  is  unexpected
⠀⠀and  maybe  not   the  right
⠀⠀time,  but  i  just  wanted to
⠀⠀talk about what happened