Darcy and her father return back to their old stomping grounds of New York City. With her, Darcy brings habits of being reclusive. She is perfectly content spending most of her time within the walls of her father's café and sees nothing wrong with t...
"Go on ahead, Papa. I'm just gonna check if my package came. It's a birthday present for Marissa," I told him. The adrenaline from my utter lie began to wake my senses. I had to be careful to hide and discard the box without Papa seeing Aunt Suzie's return address on it. It didn't help that the box turned out to be larger and heavier than I expected.
"The hell is in here?" I huffed to myself as I used my elbow to press the up button for the elevator. I resisted the urge to shake the box and instead rested the box on one knee to give my arms a break. "I'm not a stalker, I'm not a stalker," I chanted quietly as I stood outside our apartment door with my ear pressed against the wood. Confirming Papa wasn't in the living room or the kitchen, I slowly pushed open the door and poked my head inside. He was in the shower.
With the grace of a first time burglar, I quickly and silently rushed past Papa's door and into my room, wincing as my bedroom door closed loudly with the push of my hip. In the case Papa was curious about what birthday gift I bought for my friend, I whirled around in search of some scissors.
"This is just between the two of us girls, huh?" I muttered as I spent two minutes wrestling with my old elementary school scissors against the box tape. The scissors eventually prevailed, and I wasted no time in flipping open the box to find...
A dozen journals?
"What the hell?" I whispered, scanning the designs of the various books inside. Why would Aunt Suzie send me so much stationary?
I picked up the thickest looking one. The pages sat puffed and wrinkled, as if water had spilled on them long ago, leaving them in its imperfect state. I opened the book up to a random page and realized in horror that these were someone's diary entries.
"Who's are –"
And then there. One word. A signature in elegant, tiny cursive.
Evellyn.
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HI, HELLOOO, i'm so happy i was able to get this out for you guys. i literally start my second year of my doctorate program for occupational therapy and, honestly, i'm dreading it. first year was so challenging, and my three month fieldwork out in the community was more tears than happiness. working in a hospital and geriatric population just isn't for me. so i'm very happy to be starting our pediatric (kids!) year tomorrow, and fingers crossed for happy days to come.
it was important for me to get this chapter out for you before my semester started. as per my pattern, i'm really only able to get complete chapters out during my breaks (summer/winter). despite me having literally worked on this chapter sporadically throughout my two semesters, i was finally able to finish the bulk of it here during my two week break. i know these updates are far and few in-between, but i'm grateful for you guys still reading.
so! i gotta get to bed and wake up tomorrow to start the new school year. best of luck to the back-to-school students out there, and lots of love to you all. let me know how you are -- y'know i love responding to comments <3
today's chapter question: what has love (romantically, platonically, familial wise) felt like to you?
as usual, best way to see what i'm up to is to follow my instagram trxblehearts. give the chapter a like if you liked it <3 lots of love you guys, and i'll see you when i see you xx
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