«So... how is he?» Owen asked me, when we got a moment alone and away from all the chaos.
«He's so sweet. I think I'm falling in love with him, honestly» I answered, smiling, with a cup of tea in my hand.
«Good for you! Now, promise me that if I'm no longer with you in a few years, you'll name your
first child Owen.»
«Who says it's gonna be a boy?» I teased, sipping from my cup of tea. «Also, why do you have so
damn depressing? It's the holidays.»
«Just wanna make sure you'll be okay without me.»
Just before the Saturday Night Live Christmas break, Cecily has to deal with a lot: her beloved family, her work, her past relationships; she's tired and thinking about letting herself go to waste, not wanting her friends' help, thinking that trying to save her life is not worth it, when she meets a random man in a bar, that helps her find her own happiness, as Cecily starts asking herself: "is this just a phase, or am I healing again?".
DISCLAIMER: this story is not based on the memoir that Cecily wrote, it is purely fictional, even though some things are based on real life events that she talked about in her book.
English isn't my first language, so I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors in the story.
2015 rolled in with a bang, and it did not have the grace to gift me with a social life that everyone in a one hundred year radius would be jealous of or that is even just the talk of the town. Instead I got myself into a complicated relationship which wasn't much talked about, a relationship that I didn't get into is talked about all the time and university is around the figurative corner. That is where you can factor in people I suppose I should call 'fans', the fascination that comes in with cutlery, pots, pans and other formerly boring things.
But let us not forget that my parents are finally getting married and Mum can't shop for lace without me wanting to kill her, add in a dose of sleepless nights, invigorating kisses - which have nothing to do with the sleepless nights and a lot to do with nightmares - Harriet not knowing the meaning of the words "you're done" and Ice Ice Baby is still a thing.
We're all growing up (except Dad who will still make inappropriate jokes at every inappropriate moment, some to do with what cannot be done when you're wearing a plaster cast) and holidays are being planned though some are less holiday and more a mad dash to find somewhere to live out in the big wide world without our parents.
Life might be moving on, but I still go to McDonald's late at night with my friends. Some things at least don't change.
Sequel to: Falling Fast
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