Oct 27, 2024 18:18:35 GMT
It didn't feel real. The past few days had felt like a blur, a dream. But here she was, wearing black and hiding out in the pool house floor with a six pack of beer rather than represent the Matthew family at her father's wake in the main house. She couldn't do it. Not yet at least. Tiffany's eyes burned from crying, red and puffy as she kicked back a sip of her beer as she stared at the succulent on her table like it held all the answers in the world.
Her phone was off. Pointedly ignoring messages from Casper and Stephanie, even worse, she was ignoring messages from her mom. God. I am such a fucking brat. Perhaps it was because towards the end, her father and herself started seeing eye to eye. They started mending their relationship being stuck with each other for hours on end when she was the designated caretaker to give her mom a break. And then, he had to go and fucking die. The cancer had robbed her, and now Tiffany didn't know how to manage her feelings between hatred and forgiveness.
There was a wrapping of knuckles on her door, "Go away!" Of course though, nobody listened to her as the door pushed open. Hadn't she locked the door for privacy? As chocolate brown eyes looked to the intruder, it became clear to her that there had been a a key, "I'm not going in there, Brad." And her older brother wasn't going to change her mind
Her phone was off. Pointedly ignoring messages from Casper and Stephanie, even worse, she was ignoring messages from her mom. God. I am such a fucking brat. Perhaps it was because towards the end, her father and herself started seeing eye to eye. They started mending their relationship being stuck with each other for hours on end when she was the designated caretaker to give her mom a break. And then, he had to go and fucking die. The cancer had robbed her, and now Tiffany didn't know how to manage her feelings between hatred and forgiveness.
There was a wrapping of knuckles on her door, "Go away!" Of course though, nobody listened to her as the door pushed open. Hadn't she locked the door for privacy? As chocolate brown eyes looked to the intruder, it became clear to her that there had been a a key, "I'm not going in there, Brad." And her older brother wasn't going to change her mind
october 2024 • outfit • BRADLEY OSCAR MATTHEW
