Two Lives, One Friendship, No Regrets - xii
Two friends. One stands still. The other moves as forward as she can get.
Georgia woke up the morning after her move with a certain sense of lightness. She wasn't in pain anymore. In a few days she would begin her new life in an up and coming architectural drafting company.
Yawning out of bed she padded out to the kitchen to grab a bowl of fruit loops. Sure, not the healthiest of all breakfast cereals but definitely added color to her current square life.
Her little two story home was beginning to come together.
The movers had done an excellent job and managed to save her some money by working non-stop until the moving was complete. She made dinner for all five of the workers.
After they left, she didn't sleep until the place felt like a home.
She allowed herself to stew for a few minutes over the 2-day-old text message she got from Phoenix. Bittersweet it was. Now was the best time to kill any path of dreams for a future with him (aside from friendship), she just had to.
Deleting the message she stored her phone out of sight and began unpacking her clothing so she wouldn't be living out of her suitcase for the first day of work.
Adventure, she told herself. With that said, she turned on her mp3 player, sang along and bopped her head until the night fell and it was time for bed.
Yawning out of bed she padded out to the kitchen to grab a bowl of fruit loops. Sure, not the healthiest of all breakfast cereals but definitely added color to her current square life.
Her little two story home was beginning to come together.
The movers had done an excellent job and managed to save her some money by working non-stop until the moving was complete. She made dinner for all five of the workers.
After they left, she didn't sleep until the place felt like a home.
She allowed herself to stew for a few minutes over the 2-day-old text message she got from Phoenix. Bittersweet it was. Now was the best time to kill any path of dreams for a future with him (aside from friendship), she just had to.
Deleting the message she stored her phone out of sight and began unpacking her clothing so she wouldn't be living out of her suitcase for the first day of work.
Adventure, she told herself. With that said, she turned on her mp3 player, sang along and bopped her head until the night fell and it was time for bed.
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