𝙈𝙧. 𝙅𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 | ✔

𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚊

Two Weeks.

It had been two weeks since I had last seen Mr. Jones. A week, since I last saw Wrynn, since she stopped coming to school of course. The first time she was absent, I thought maybe it was because her father was letting her stay home for her birthday, or maybe they overslept. But, a day turned into two. Two days, no call, no email, no drop-bys, to say I was worried sick was an understatement. Every parent would formally state when their kid wouldn't be present, and for this to happen so suddenly after our--breakup. Did I scare them away? I didn't know what to do, or how to do it.

I had a breakdown on her father's lawn, then ran off with Jacques to shed myself from all of the shame and guilt I'd have to face if I spoke to him ever again. I missed him. Almost as much as I missed Wrynn and Mrs. Jones. We had all grown so close, I wasn't sure what I should or could do. I contemplated calling Mrs. Jones to check up on her, but Jacques thought it'd be best if I waited for my graduation. That way I'd be able to see them and get a few questions answered after.

He was still coming, right?

I hoped. I needed him to come to this, Jacques could pick up but the ceremony collided with his schedule. My family wasn't in town, and even if they were I doubt they'd come. They loved me, I knew that, but they didn't support me. Moving out here, to get paid the salary of a teacher while they wanted me to become a famous journalist in Utah. But, I loved my job. I loved kids, I loved teaching, and I loved writing. It just felt right, so I went against their wishes and lost their support and confidence through it. 

Yet, being a part of that family made me feel so complete even though I knew they weren't my blood. They couldn't be my blood, and I was okay with that. I felt so complete knowing that they were proud of me, that they'd come because they would wish to support me. No matter what, because they let me be a part of their family. I'd hope.

I took a deep inhale as I smiled, looking in the mirror as I perfected my edges, my hair half-up half down with two strands of hair peaking out and slightly covering my eyes in the front. My makeup was already done, I did a full base, and a quick nude eyeshadow look with small eyeliner, and of course lipgloss. The last thing I had to do was get out of my silk robe and put on my dress, my light blue bodycon dress that stopped right above my knee. I got up from my mirror as my heels clacked against the wood flooring of my cottage my jewelry staying in its place as I slipped the dress on over my head, carefully. Before looking in the mirror in awe. 

I desperately wanted to be who I had always been, someone who could simply let go of the memory of someone like Mr. Jones. To be ignorant, and have a crazy one-night stand to signify the end of this moment of my life, but I had simply grown too attached, I loved him. Those three words hadn't come out of my mouth since the last time I had spoken to my mother, and he didn't even want them. 

I was finally ready. 

Jacques banged on the door to my bedroom as I giggled slowly opening the big wooden door, letting it reveal everything I had thrown together.