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Candelabra
Monica couldn't help but smile as her old friend rushed her into a warm embrace. She wrapped the arm that wasn't stabilizing her crutches around him, a genuine smile spreading across her lips. It had been a long time since someone was hugging her that she actually wanted to hold. The way he felt in her arms; it was the same feeling she'd had the night of the senior prom, the night before she headed to the army recruitment office. She had been close to confessing her feelings to him then, but in doing such a thing she would've felt rather selfish. She had wanted him to know how she'd felt, but had she told him it only would've hurt the both of them when she disappeared.
"It's good to see you again, too," she hugged him a little longer and a little closer than she would've liked to. She let him go after what felt like only seconds to her but in reality they had embraced for a couple of minutes. The woman gathered her other crutch and pulled herself out of the small elevator.
"Sounds good. It really is wonderful to see you again, Gray," the woman smiled at him as the doors closed, and made her way to the very end of a dark hallway. She fumbled with her papers and finally found her key, sliding the old thing into an even older lock.
The room was in good enough condition; Monica was surprised. The rent included the furniture, and the woman inspected each piece of it as she waited for Gray. The floors were nice, she was surprised to see real wood. Her bedroom was simple, just a bed and a dresser. The living room consisted of a small table, a couch and a chair, and a television. A small, very small kitchen sat adjacent to the living room. It could've been worse, a lot worse.
Monica had left the door unlocked, hoping Gray would remember to come and see her. The woman flopped back onto the couch, her hands covering her eyes. She sat up again; she was hungry, and there was nothing in the room's mini fridge. Lucky for her she had purchased a couple sets of denim shorts, simple t-shirts, and some instant dinners at a shopping center before she showed up. She figured it would be rude to eat without Gray, especially if he was coming over. She settled for pacing; she could put limited amounts of weight on her braced leg, but with each step she felt a little stronger.
"It's good to see you again, too," she hugged him a little longer and a little closer than she would've liked to. She let him go after what felt like only seconds to her but in reality they had embraced for a couple of minutes. The woman gathered her other crutch and pulled herself out of the small elevator.
"Sounds good. It really is wonderful to see you again, Gray," the woman smiled at him as the doors closed, and made her way to the very end of a dark hallway. She fumbled with her papers and finally found her key, sliding the old thing into an even older lock.
The room was in good enough condition; Monica was surprised. The rent included the furniture, and the woman inspected each piece of it as she waited for Gray. The floors were nice, she was surprised to see real wood. Her bedroom was simple, just a bed and a dresser. The living room consisted of a small table, a couch and a chair, and a television. A small, very small kitchen sat adjacent to the living room. It could've been worse, a lot worse.
Monica had left the door unlocked, hoping Gray would remember to come and see her. The woman flopped back onto the couch, her hands covering her eyes. She sat up again; she was hungry, and there was nothing in the room's mini fridge. Lucky for her she had purchased a couple sets of denim shorts, simple t-shirts, and some instant dinners at a shopping center before she showed up. She figured it would be rude to eat without Gray, especially if he was coming over. She settled for pacing; she could put limited amounts of weight on her braced leg, but with each step she felt a little stronger.
