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This chapter contains mommy issues! a reckless yet caring overreacting teen, and some yearning!
I uploaded this chapter in a tired state so again, forgive me for my mistakes <33
Please do enjoy this as best as you can!
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Caitlyn's weight sank further down on the driver's seat, hoping she'd just drown from anything. The woman took a deep breath, her grip on the steering wheel would've broken it if she had clenched her fingers hard enough.
She had already parked her car outside of the large, sturdy gates, catching sight of the two non-working fountains from each side just outside of the terrace.
She never thought she'd step foot in here again.
She'd never thought she would even go here again in the first place.
She'd never thought she would willingly face her mother after God knows how many years has it been.
What am I doing? she bites her lip, her gaze on the large mansion where her life had lingered for a good amount of time in her younger years.
Have I gone insane? she tries to humor herself but the chuckle that escapes her mouth comes out dry and bitter.
Clumps of snow resting on the roofs and the grass, covering almost all the greens of the leaves on the trees that have been planted just outside.
Her house—no.
This place had exactly been the same ever since she left it.
Caitlyn had grown a little older, wiser; wounded, and scarred enough with sacrifices to be the woman she is today.
This house, with many four-walled securing rooms it had, is anything but a place that's reserved for her escapades and self-desires.
What hurts more is the truth of her whole self and chosen ambitions never qualified to be deserving under that roof.
Her dream felt unworthy when Caitlyn was just a servant for her aspiration.
Her midnight hair was down, neat and proper. She'd forced herself to sleep for a few hours and be presentable as much as she could.
If she didn't, she'll have to resort to explaining that she hadn't been resting well to justify her worn-out appearance and puffy, exhausted eyes by saying:
Oh, me? I've been self-wallowing and crying since yesterday. I miss my girlfriend, but you don't need to know that part.
Yes.
Her parents do not need to be informed of those details to draw attention to her pathetic state.
She keeps herself miserable when her wallpaper is her first picture with Vi.
The photo they took when they walked alongside the beach and sat on the sand by the seaside; that memorable morning she'd ever made sense of her feelings.
The memory clenches her heart when she remembers it like it was yesterday, a bittersweet squeeze from the inside that makes Caitlyn shut her eyes and ruminate in sorrow.
They weren't together yet at that time.
They were just a bunch of clueless adults with an interesting friendship who didn't know any better.
But Caitlyn was happy.
She really was.
She wished she stayed clueless and happy.