ghosts | Gracie Abrams

2.8

        THE tears slowly dried as charlotte composed herself and reminded herself who she was crying over. Mark harrington didn't deserve her tears. Not then and not now. The tears were shock tears, she hadn't expected this, she had just sat in the room with him a mere twenty four hours ago. How did this all happen?

"Hi im charlotte Harrington"
"This is Abigail?"

"Yes hunny, that's me"
"Charlotte? Mark's first daughter?"

"Yeah that's me"
"Um, you're his... wife?.."

"yeah we just married"
"I haven't heard much about you actually"

"Oh um, well I've never heard about you"

"Well it's only fair we introduce ourselves"
"I'm Abigail, and just married your father as you know"
"we actually have a daughter together"

"oh really? you're gonna have to introduce her to me sometime"

"so tell me about yourself now"
"I only know that you're living with your mom now"

"oh"
"yea"
"I am... well kinda..."

"go on, I wanna know about you sweetie"

"Uh him and I don't have the best relationship"
"But he's my dad..?"

"maybe you could join us for dinner sometime"
"Mark makes a delicious steak"
"He's the best"

      Ouch. That stung like a bitch. First Mark lies about Charlotte living with her mom then apparently he's the "best"? What is this black magic? What happened to the constant lash outs? Since when did he even cook?
      Charlotte felt a lump in her throat build up, preventing her from continuing the conversation. Charlotte so badly wanted to run into Abigail's arms and pretend like everything was okay. She wanted to have that mother daughter relationship she constantly longed for. She would even be excited for the sibling relationship she never really had with her own brother. Despite this, the feeling of buildup bile in her throat made Charlotte want to throw up as Abigail mentioned her [late] husband.

"So how's Mark doing right now?"

"..."
"Uh"

"Hmm?"

"Well I- I last saw him last night"
"and- he"
"he looked okay?..."

      Charlotte looked everywhere besides the woman's eyes. How could she break it to her when she seemed so happy? Charlotte's gaze was left on the floor as a nurse with a clipboard entered the room.

"Abigail Harrington?"
"So your husband, Mark Harrington was listed as an organ donor and-"

"Organ donor?"
"He's DEAD?"

      Charlotte watched in horror as the two women conversed. Her gaze finally being brought up to look at the scene that was playing out. She studied the nurse's face as she profusely apologized, thinking that Charlotte had already broken the news to the now hysterical woman.
      The wails of the hysterical woman slowly subsided as the beeping of the machines overpowered the noise.
      Doctors and nurses were quick to rush into the room, ushering Charlotte out.

Damn, in less than twenty four hours, Charlotte Harrington had lost two people. One who was already dead to her. The other who she was just getting to know better.

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Hi guys finally a new chapter today
and so if my writing isn't clear, both Mark and Abigail died (oops?-)

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