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For a moment she can see true warmness in his features, something that had been hidden for long. . .and she wants to accept it, to turn the tide but she can’t. So much has come clear---so much had changed. Everything felt so very different. . .the interaction itself, it wasn’t what she expected. . .but a true test would follow once they left.

“I would like too, yes.” The tone is slightly curt---though her features reclaim a false warmth, “I’ve spent enough time here. . .but I’m rather curious to how. . .things have changed. How YOU have changed---because it’s clear you have. I’d be lying if I said I expected this but. . .I’m sure you feel the same.” Beth takes an envelope from a side table, placing it into her pocket. “I’m certified sane---officially. Perhaps that’s the reason for this calmness. . .but I’ll be blunt and address. . .this.” Her hand waves slightly, “I already feel a disconnection between the two of us---it’s like we are strangers meeting for the first time, isn’t it?” She’d adjust her jacket, offering a subtle nod of her head for them to leave. 

“I suspect we will both just have to adjust to this new dynamic.” The blonde made it clear she had no intention of changing her tune, this was who she was now. . .and it certianlly was different. There was zero doubt in her, which was a empowering thing in itself. . .she had just finally managed to put everything to the test. “There is no going back, we can only continue forwards.” Her resentments would sway in the depths of her heart, but at least she had finally learned why she was burdened with them. . .awareness was the first step of her metamorphosis. If things were ever going to be fixed, the rebuilding of their relationship would be the deciding factor and it wasn’t something she was willing to work on so easily. She had tried for so long to change him, to be better for him and she was left feeling so alone---she had felt worthless to him, like she was only alive to save him from guilt. . .but it was time for him to finally feel that bitter taste she once had. The one she couldn’t free herself from. It was hard because she truly loved him, but it had been so heavily overcast by a solemn rage.  “That’s what they say at least.” She looks to him for a response, her icy hues watching his reaction closely in observation

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Perhaps in another life, she would find relief in seeing her father after such a long period. . .but such had been far from the case. . .She was put in this place for her own good, and her father took all the necessary precautions to find a decent place for her. . .but the work she did in the rehabilitation center made her see the past in a different light. . .She believed she had finally had clarity and for once she sits calmly, one leg over the other as her hand's rest motionless on her lap---her once doe eyes held more awareness and the second she sees HIM, she can’t help but smile.

“Been a long time.” Her voice is smooth, her pale hues shift up to stare at the male. . .but she had made zero attempts to greet him as she normally had; a heartfelt embrace. There's a slight hum as she uncrosses her legs and stands up, her eyes drifting from him to stare out a large window---it had felt like ages ago that she had come to the rehab center, but she was looking forward to the path ahead. “. . I am happy to see you.” Her eyes return to him, her lips remaining curled, “But--maybe we can get a burger and catch up before I go home? There are some things I want to talk about..”

Pale hues gaze out at the melancholy outside---but the instant she sees a somewhat familiar face she stands upright, her brows pulling together slightly. A gentle breath escapes her nose as she takes a sip of her coffee after the mug is placed down, beginning to walk towards the front door just as the boy knocks on it. For a moment her hand pauses overtop the doorknob, a curious thought nesting in her skull. With another gentle breath, she commits and opens the door, her lips pulling into a very small smile. It was rather warm---even with her knowing it hadn’t been HER son.

Beth shifts, a hand waving him in only to close the door behind him, “I was just having some coffee.” She had begun her approach the kitchen, assuming he’d follow.her. Once inside the small room, she’d return to her coffee, holding it in a hand as she leans against the counter, her blue hues observing Morty carefully.”What brings you here?” She speaks softly, allowing her visage to remain relaxed as the mug is pulled to her lips--for a moment she’s stiff before she places the mug back down, “. . .would you like a cup?”

The house had been silent on a dewy Friday afternoon--the house empty except for one individual. It had been quite some time since Jerry had left home--and with it being summer vacation, Summer had taken time away from home to spend it with friends. Beth's father had been nowhere to be found, same for her son and perhaps that's what put the thorn in her side. . .Nonetheless, Beth had been fixing a pot of coffee for herself, her mind questioning what her Friday would entail. Surely she could go grocery shopping, but it just seemed so. . .mundane. Everything had at this point. Never had she spoken of it, but life began to damper her mood, loneliness seemed to flourish the older she had become and once more her world was wrapped in silence, only the sound of slight bubbling from the coffee machine filled the room. Once it had been done, she poured it into a mug, her shoulder meeting the counter, the black coffee meeting her lips as she watched raindrops fall. She had hoped for excitement of some kind, or perhaps just a bit of attention. . .something other than another gloomy day in.

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