There's just something about the past. Sometimes, the worst parts catch up with you and other times, it is supposed to meet you again. Maybe what we think has left our lives actually belongs in our souls forever.
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Steve Harrington x fem original...
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CHAPTER FIVE Genevieve
THE NEXT MORNING, I tied my hair back and put it in a claw clip. After putting my uniform on, brushing my teeth and tying my sneakers, I went down to the kitchen to be greeted by mom who had a later start at the hospital today. She smiled at me, handing me over a bowl of Cheerio's and orange juice. She knew me too well.
"Morning, mom," I said, smiling at her and sitting down at the table. "Are you doing okay?"
"I'm doing alright, hon. What time do you start at?" She asked. "10am?"
"Yeah," I nodded, taking a sip of my orange juice. "I went on a walk near Oakland Park yesterday. It was nice."
"Did you go and visit Barb?" She asked.
"No," I replied. "I didn't have any flowers to take to her grave. I'll go soon, though. I was there around a week ago. I asked her for luck before starting at my new job. So far, so good."
My mom looked over at me, taking my hand. I looked up at her. "I know it can be hard, sometimes. It's only been a couple of years, hon, but I am here if you want to talk."
"Thanks mom," I smiled. "I'm doing okay, though. The grief kind of comes in like the tide. It's there one moment and the next it isn't. I have my memories, mom."
"You're a good kid, Gen. I hope you know that."
I smiled at her. "Thanks. You're a good mom."
She smiled back. "What time do you finish tonight?"
"Around 7pm," I responded. "The mall is always dead by like half past five. We just take our time with the cleaning."
"Is that Harrington boy bothering you?" She asked, taking a sip of her coffee. I hesitated. "Gen?"
"He's just bossy," I responded. "It's okay. I do say things to him and I plan on finding another job at the end of the summer."
"Don't let him tell you what to do," my mom said, looking at me firmly.
"I won't, mom," I promised. "I better head on. Good luck with work."
"Thank you sweetie."
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When I made it to the mall ten minutes before my shift, Robin was the only one standing at the counter. Harrington was sitting with a young boy who I recognised to be Dustin Henderson, one of Will's friends. He had changed since I had last seen him at the The Snow Ball. He looked a little older, with curlier hair and a face that matched that of a thirteen year old. I walked closer.
