i missed you

of course, i thought about you all the time

Sitting here, writing in her journal, she wonders how she'll feel when her family returns home. She is aware it seems perhaps dramatic... but she can't help but start to think that they might not want her anymore.

no, not even in the slightest

She was shocked, not expecting to see her cry. She paused, hugging the bannister of the stairs, arms wrapped around. She was hesitant, biting her lip unsure of what to say but still didn't like seeing her cry. "Why are you crying. Are you okay?" She whispered.

It's been weird since her father returned home. They hadn't really shared a conversation since the overdose. She had been doing a lot of cooking lately, and that's where she was now, the kitchen. (Aʟᴇx Kᴀʀᴇᴠ (parody))

She never knew how to approach a conversation, she always felt like he was so upset with her that he didn't love her anymore, or didn't want her anymore. She gathered ingredients, laying them on the counter. "Are you hungry?"

"Tomato soup, and grilled cheese." She replied, working on cutting all of her tomatoes and placing them in her large bowl.

"Hopefully it is." She replied, focusing on her chopping whilst speaking. "I'm sorry, it wasn't suppose to happen. I wouldn't have taken that on purpose."

have I already bought Gracie like 3 gifts so far, yes. am I planning on stopping? no way.