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EBB
Fiona didn't say goodbye to me yesterday, she accompanied me all the way and left me at the door of my house in Watford, but didn’t say a word, she just gave me the money that Mr. Grimm usually sends us and left, nothing else. I don't like fighting with her, with anyone really. If I can avoid a stupid conflict I'm going to do it, it's not that I'm a coward or anything, I just find them tedious, but with her it's so complicated not to have one.
She is stubborn, impulsive, a little classist and speciesist if I'm being honest, she can't let go of the past or forgive, nor is she ashamed to show it, which was fine, when we were young and thought we were indestructible, but now we have someone to take care of , anything we say or do will accompany him even after we are no longer here. I understood it too long ago and I hope she does it soon because I'm starting to get a little tired.
I hear the door knock a couple of times and I stand up with a heavy sigh, I'm going to text her tonight, I don't feel like fixing this right now. I open the door, Baz and his blonde friend are on the other side of it, the black-haired man has slightly red cheeks and the girl seems to be trying hard not to laugh.
“I brought Agatha to have breakfast with us,” he says as he enters, “I hope you don't mind, but if you do, that's fine and I'll kick her out right now” Agatha punches him on the shoulder and rolls her eyes with a small smile.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you? It's a shame you can't get rid of me now, Petty."
I let out a small rose, before letting melancholy take over me, they are a little like him and I used to be.
"Of course not, she will always be welcome in my house."
"Thank you, Mrs. Petty," I look at her and raise an eyebrow. The girl clears her throat. "I mean, Ebb, thank you Ebb."
I smile and walk towards the kitchen. Even though I've known her since I was twelve and she's had breakfast almost every Friday at my place for a long time, I still have a hard time getting her to call me by my name.
I turn on the stove and put the kettle full of water before heading to the shelf in search of bread, I can swear I had brought bread from home, I hope they are okay with toast with honey and tea because I don't have much else to offer them right now .
“Do you need help?” Baz shouts from the living room.
SIMON
The bedroom window is wide open, there are two aromatic candles lit under it so that the wind doesn't blow them out, and I have an old notebook in hand while I look for a fucking spell to get rid of bad smells but I can't find anything that doesn't refer to rotten food and diapers
I lost control a moment ago and now our room reeks of smoke and no matter how many things I've tried the smell doesn't go away, not the incense, not the ventilation, the candles only gave it little notes of strawberry, but it's still here.
I throw the notebook on the floor and cover my face with the palms of my hand and inhale air heavily. I need to relax and staying here is not going to help me. I blow out the candles and incense, but leave the window open to help me, then I dig under my pillow until I find my pack of cigarettes and leave our room.
Leaving Watford, in my last year, during such an important moment, for fuck’s sake, what absolute bullshit.