GraveYard // Chris Evans

seven //

Girls Apartment

The next morning, Harlow walks out of her room, pulling her hair up when she sees me sitting on the floor looking out the window.

"Brooke?"

I keep my eyes out the window as the rain hits the window.

"Brooklyn?"

I don't move.

Harlow walks over sitting down next to me.

My eyes stay on the window.

"What happened last night Brooke?"

"We said this would be our start over."

Harlow grabs my hand pulling me into her.

"We need to start over without our past coming back."

Harlow nods her head keeping me close.

O'Connor Estate

Chris parks his car outside his grandfather's house in Beacon Hill.

He rests in his car looking up at the house worried about what his grandfather would want today.

He groans getting out of the car heading up to the front door.

The dark wood door swings open to an older lady, "Oh Christopher!"

"Hey Patty." Chris smiles hugging the older lady who has taken after the house since he was a baby.

She hugs him back kissing his cheeks. "You have grown into such a handsome man."

"And you are as gorgeous as ever." Chris smiles down at her.

Patty blushes at him, "Your grandfather is in the back sunroom."

He kisses her cheek again before moving off into the back of the house.

The old standing house was like an old time capsule.

Dark wooden floors with wood paneling draped in timeless art pieces from around the world.

Chris fixes his hair as he moves to the sun room seeing the old man.

Finnegan O'Connor.

The legend of Boston. The myth of Ireland.

Chris clears his throat knocking on the door.

His grandfather glances over his shoulder, "Christopher."

"Grandfather." He walks into the room holding his head up.

"Lunch will be ready in ten." Patty calls into the room.

"Damn woman, I told her no food." Finnegan snorts back.

"Grandfather, I won't stay long."

"Don't bother, she is making enough for the city." He snorts again as he sits down. "How are things down in your part?"

"They are going good, just a lot of paperwork."

He glares over at him, "Christopher."

"It was silent last night and today."

"Silent?"

"No deaths today of our families."

Finnegan sits back grabbing his cigar, "O'Brien is not happy."

"Do you blame him? Six of his grandkids are dead."

Finnegan glares over at Chris.

"Grandfather, I just wanted to come by and ask you about Nathaniel."