You Can Never Go Home Again
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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
638
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 3
Reviews please :( I have no idea whether I should keep up writing this
Chapter 3
I am finding work has become unbearable. I sit at my desk daily and stare at my chipped nail polish while daydreaming of five o’clock. I often fantasize about telling my boss where to shove her stapler, or better yet showing up drunk and quitting lottery-winner style. Today seems more anxiety ridden than normal because it is Thursday and I have an appointment with Dr. Weintraub this evening. I have decided against continuing the sessions with her, but don’t plan on telling her that right away. I had a co-worker leave a message on her voice mail proclaiming I’m pretty much hospital ridden. She would say I am avoiding my responsibilities. I would respond “No I am not, I just don’t like you, that’s all.”
I had dinner plans with Ben tonight, but was thinking about calling them off too. Ben and I have been seeing each other casually for a few months now. I met him at a bar in the city, how else do you meet people in New York? He’s a real estate agent and has an extreme intensity about him. His energy level soars through the roof and I am convinced coffee has replaced the blood pumping through him. Ben is sweet and seems ready to be serious, I just don’t think I am ready yet.
My decision to move to New York has affected me more severely than I originally thought it would. I finished my degree and got offered some promising positions in Doverbrook, I just needed to get out and see the world. I applied on a whim one day, and here I am working for Greenburg & Hebstein.
I received a letter from Leah yesterday. It had been 9 months since I had heard anything from her. The last time we saw each other was at the funeral. The memorial was beautiful, yet so dark and haunting. I attended alone and sat with Leah and her family. When I saw her in front of the church that day she had a look I couldn’t forget if I tried. Her pain and remorse had burned a scarlet letter on her face. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days, yet still radiated elegance. It had been four years since I moved and yet somehow I felt like I’d never seen Doverbrook, MA in my entire life. A place where everything stays perpetual and all things ritual I could sense an enormous change. I felt like a stranger in my own hometown. I embraced Leah right away to let her know I didn’t hold her responsible for any of this. She trembled with sorrow as she collapsed into my arms, completely letting loose, whaling hysterically.
“It’s all my fault Ab.”
“No, it’s not. You’re going to be running around blaming yourself for this.”
“If I hadn’t been so stupid she’d still be here.”
“People who do things like that are not well.”
Leah composed herself and urged me to join her and her family in the pew they’d chosen. Leah led her two boys and husband protectively back inside. I sat next to her and she squeezed my hand until I thought all my veins would come flying out. I knew what she was thinking and the guilt she was drowning in. I can’t say I probably wouldn’t of felt the same.
After the funeral I drove right back to the city. I couldn’t stand being there any longer than I had to be. Everyone was buzzing about the recent events and constantly realizing they needed to be hush, hush around me. I felt like a spectacle and like my emotions were on parade for the entire town.
I haven’t read the letter yet because I wanted to be sitting when I did and definitely alone. I have no clue as to what the contents are, but the entire time I’ve lived here Leah hasn’t so much as mailed me a birthday card. I am ready for whatever bomb she has to drop this time.
My Dearest Abby,
I know you’re probably wondering why I wrote you this and reading it anticipating some tragic news. But, that isn’t the reason I wrote you… It was good seeing you at the funeral, well besides the circumstances. The twins are having their ninth birthday and I hoped maybe you could make it up here for the weekend. Call me and we can talk about the details. I did want to say thank you to you. I know we don’t talk all the time and barely see each other in this stage of our lives, but I just want you to know you’ll always be my best friend. Chance has been a mess lately, I think he blames himself. I can’t help but feel resentment toward him, I guess we will NEVER be a normal married couple. Well I hope to hear back from you. You know we all miss you!
Love Always,
Leah
xoxo
Chapter 3
I am finding work has become unbearable. I sit at my desk daily and stare at my chipped nail polish while daydreaming of five o’clock. I often fantasize about telling my boss where to shove her stapler, or better yet showing up drunk and quitting lottery-winner style. Today seems more anxiety ridden than normal because it is Thursday and I have an appointment with Dr. Weintraub this evening. I have decided against continuing the sessions with her, but don’t plan on telling her that right away. I had a co-worker leave a message on her voice mail proclaiming I’m pretty much hospital ridden. She would say I am avoiding my responsibilities. I would respond “No I am not, I just don’t like you, that’s all.”
I had dinner plans with Ben tonight, but was thinking about calling them off too. Ben and I have been seeing each other casually for a few months now. I met him at a bar in the city, how else do you meet people in New York? He’s a real estate agent and has an extreme intensity about him. His energy level soars through the roof and I am convinced coffee has replaced the blood pumping through him. Ben is sweet and seems ready to be serious, I just don’t think I am ready yet.
My decision to move to New York has affected me more severely than I originally thought it would. I finished my degree and got offered some promising positions in Doverbrook, I just needed to get out and see the world. I applied on a whim one day, and here I am working for Greenburg & Hebstein.
I received a letter from Leah yesterday. It had been 9 months since I had heard anything from her. The last time we saw each other was at the funeral. The memorial was beautiful, yet so dark and haunting. I attended alone and sat with Leah and her family. When I saw her in front of the church that day she had a look I couldn’t forget if I tried. Her pain and remorse had burned a scarlet letter on her face. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days, yet still radiated elegance. It had been four years since I moved and yet somehow I felt like I’d never seen Doverbrook, MA in my entire life. A place where everything stays perpetual and all things ritual I could sense an enormous change. I felt like a stranger in my own hometown. I embraced Leah right away to let her know I didn’t hold her responsible for any of this. She trembled with sorrow as she collapsed into my arms, completely letting loose, whaling hysterically.
“It’s all my fault Ab.”
“No, it’s not. You’re going to be running around blaming yourself for this.”
“If I hadn’t been so stupid she’d still be here.”
“People who do things like that are not well.”
Leah composed herself and urged me to join her and her family in the pew they’d chosen. Leah led her two boys and husband protectively back inside. I sat next to her and she squeezed my hand until I thought all my veins would come flying out. I knew what she was thinking and the guilt she was drowning in. I can’t say I probably wouldn’t of felt the same.
After the funeral I drove right back to the city. I couldn’t stand being there any longer than I had to be. Everyone was buzzing about the recent events and constantly realizing they needed to be hush, hush around me. I felt like a spectacle and like my emotions were on parade for the entire town.
I haven’t read the letter yet because I wanted to be sitting when I did and definitely alone. I have no clue as to what the contents are, but the entire time I’ve lived here Leah hasn’t so much as mailed me a birthday card. I am ready for whatever bomb she has to drop this time.
My Dearest Abby,
I know you’re probably wondering why I wrote you this and reading it anticipating some tragic news. But, that isn’t the reason I wrote you… It was good seeing you at the funeral, well besides the circumstances. The twins are having their ninth birthday and I hoped maybe you could make it up here for the weekend. Call me and we can talk about the details. I did want to say thank you to you. I know we don’t talk all the time and barely see each other in this stage of our lives, but I just want you to know you’ll always be my best friend. Chance has been a mess lately, I think he blames himself. I can’t help but feel resentment toward him, I guess we will NEVER be a normal married couple. Well I hope to hear back from you. You know we all miss you!
Love Always,
Leah
xoxo