Just Us

MARCUS

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For the next few hours, I tried to be productive so the things Gina said wouldn't affect me that much, but I'd be lying to say that fragments of the statements made by her didn't filter through my mind every once in a while.

I'd never really been the type to ponder on things for too long, but I was going to be completely honest and say things the way they really were, I'd thought about this one for long enough. When I told myself it was alright and it was time to move on, it kept replaying like she'd been somewhere, with a remote, pressing any button she deemed fit.

From where I sat in Nanny and granddad's living room, I could hear the annoying sounds of celebration. They pierced in through the walls and windows and not to lie, I was all the words to describe enraged, but I kept whatever feeling it was that I hate towards the ones who were celebrating bottled up in me because my opinion didn't matter.

Earlier on, I'd attempted to try and have the coffee from the brewing