Chapter 92: The Wanting

Ava

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Every single day, it’s the same damn thing from Riley:

“How’s the tea I made you, sister?”

“How was your night, sister?”

“Do you want to watch something together, sister?”

And every single day my answer is the same.

“I’m fine, thanks.”

2 weeks of Riley’s pestering, of her need to be doing something and being something together when I just want….

What the hell do I want?

Everyday, my answer is a little different.

Like yesterday, when Riley offered me a steaming cup of something that smelled sweet, it transported me to my days with Evie, when she’d make me a cup of hot cocoa and scroll through social media with me as we laughed and mocked content creators. Yesterday, that was what I wanted.

Last week, when I thought of a joke Oliver would have told me that would have gotten me keeled over in laughter till my stomach cramped from joy. It was him I wanted, yelling something funny to a room of my friends.

Randomly, I want to go back to the night I ran away