"You're right, I never have to do that again" Amelia says, smiling to herself and nodding her head before taking one final glance at the facility. "Are you ready for a hometown tour?" She asks me with brighter eyes than a few moments ago. I start the car and give her a nod. "Fuck yes" I tell her,
The man reappears from the back curtain with an old black guitar case and starts pushing some buttons on the cash register, the kind that makes a clicking rattling sound every time it's touched. I swipe my card and take the case from him, walking out hand in hand with my girl and my new Fender. "Wh
"I stayed with a couple of friends for some of the time, but when their parents grew suspicious of my constant wish to sleep over I would sleep in my car. That became tricky during winter because of how cold it got. So I started going to school to sleep" She continues, as though the answers couldn't
We've been back in London for a few days now, back to the dreadful day to day grind. I'm about to look over some numbers when my phone sitting on the desk in front of me lights up and begins to buzz. Poppy (Amelia's friend) Why is Poppy calling me right now? We don't chat much, and when we do it
"I saw a picture of the two of you in the newspaper and I couldn't believe my eyes...my little girl after all these years....Is she here? Can I see her?" He asks frantically peering around me as he carefully tucks the photo back into a weathered brown wallet. "No" I reply curtly. Thank fuck Amelia'
"How bad did things get?" He asks quietly. I shrug my shoulders, might as well tell him everything. "Pretty fucking bad, she's been in a facility since Amelia was 16. That was after Amelia had to go through Highschool while trying to look after her mum who practically fell apart" I reply. It may no
"Business? I always thought she'd do something more artistic. She used to love to paint, and the girl always had her nose in a book. I used to scour the local bookstore to try and find her name, thinking that she'd for sure become a writer. That or some kind of doctor, she was always far too clever
"That's beautiful, really beautiful" he remarks as his eyes finally lift up from the photo. "Does she still like to read?" His words a barely above a whisper. "She's constantly reading" I confirm. I love that about Amelia, she's always in the middle of a book and won't stop talking about a book on
"Wanna give one a go?" I suggest to her with a small grin."Might be a bit premature, don't think Max is the marriage type quiet yet" She responds with a quiet giggle, then catches herself as we all stop and gape at her. She hasn't mentioned Max in that context in a very long time. Behind Poppy, Fra
"It's stunning sweetheart, absolutely stunning" My mum comments excitedly as I allow my hands to rest at my sides, my reflection making my heart race quickly. I'm wearing a wedding dress. Maybe not the wedding dress, but a wedding dress none the less. It all seems insane to think that I had spent th
Fran, Bianca and now Sarah are at the racks, perhaps browsing for me or for Fran, who recently moved to London and is flat hunting with her boyfriend Zayn."They have wedding dresses at charity shops? I can't tell if that's bleak or romantic" Poppy comments quietly to me as I sit down beside her."
"You are referred to as exactly what you are, a man, while I am referred to as my relationship to you, a wife. Like the only identifiable thing about me is that now I am your wife but you still get to be a man in your own right" I explain. It's something that's always irked me while watching TV show
"You forget we had sex in a bookstore?" Rhode leans in close and murmurs to me, heat rising on my cheeks instantly. One of my wilder moments I would say."Did not forget that, but I'd rather not have to explain that story to, well anyone" I say with an embarrassed giggle. I definitely told at least
"Please, take it" He states in a soft tone that makes butterflies flit around my stomach. "When?" He adds with a little more urgency."How about, before the years end?" I suggest. It's early October now so going into the colder England months, it's not exactly going to be extraordinary weather but t
"Thank you" I mumble against his lips, brushing my nose against his. His hand lingers on my hip as I come down off of my tiptoes, the wind blowing some of my hair into my face."I'll support you either way, it's up to you" He softly states, his eyes never leaving mine as his hand leaves my hip and t
"Hey, you remember yesterday when we had the family over for lunch?" I say just as we approach the small coffee stand near the fountain at the centre of the park. It's run by a father and son out of a truck that normally attracts a large crowd of locals but today seems a little isolated, supposed we
"To be honest, I feel anxious about taking her out on my own" Rhode states honestly as we wait at the corner for our crosswalk light to turn green. It's a surprising admission that immediately gets my attention."You've never mentioned anything like that" I express as I put a hand on his arm while h