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Naomi walked aimlessly through the kitchen, sighing heavily as she went to the fridge and grabbing a coke before shutting the door and turning to the counter. Donna watched her and shook her head as she sat her coffee mug down and let out a small sigh herself.
"Naomi, come here and sit down," she told her, giving her daughter a tiny smile as Naomi looked up.
Naomi walked around the bar, sitting in the vacant seat next to her mother before staring at the bottle in her hand.
"I'm not sure what is wrong honey, but you've been moping around her for over a month now and you're starting to worry me. Now tell me what's bothering you," Naomi said, raising her hand and brushing Naomi's choppy hair away from her face.
Naomi looked up, the empty feeling in her chest threatening to cause the tears she wanted to shed to spill as she looked into her mother's caring face. Taking a deep breath, she willed the stinging in her eyes away before she started to speak. "Well, it's just that.I haven't heard from Gerard since last month," she almost whispered.
Donna sighed heavily, fearing that was what the problem was. She had watched Naomi practically stalk the mailman every day, and every day she came back inside looking more depressed than the day before.
"Oh Naomi, I told you not to get so emotionally involved in this," Donna told her. "Gerard isn't on vacation, he's at war. His time is spent fighting, not sitting around writing you letters."
"But he said he'd write to me," Naomi said, her voice small and almost inaudible.
Donna wrapped her arm around Naomi's shoulder, giving her a tight squeeze before placing a kiss on her head. "Naomi, Gerard is eighteen. He's a man who has more important things to do than fuel the adolescent dreams of a fifteen-year-old girl. I told you not to get too attached to the idea of him. He's too old for you sweetheart." She tried to be as gentle with Naomi's feelings as possible.
"It's not like that," Naomi said, half-lying. "He doesn't have anyone. No family, no friends. I'm the only person on the planet who cares what happens to him. He wouldn't just not write to me."
Donna smiled sadly at her daughter, giving her another tight squeeze before letting her go and standing up. She knew it was hopeless to try to get Naomi to see things any differently and hated the thought of Naomi's heart getting broke in the process. She was too young to be so attached to a man she barely even knew, especially one that may not even get the chance to leave whatever hell he had been dropped in.
Naomi watched her mother leave the room before she stood and walked over to the back door and let herself out. She had talked to Jordan for over an hour on why Gerard hadn't written back and when her best friend had mentioned the one thing Naomi refused to think about, her heart sank. She just couldn't let herself think about that.
Gerard's last letter said that he would probably ship out early and at first, Naomi assumed that was why he hadn't written back, but now, more than a month later, her worst fear was starting to haunt her every thought. How would she know? If something did happen to him, she'd never know.
Sighing heavily as she sat down on the back porch steps, Naomi let her head fall into her hands. The stinging of tears in her eyes made them itch and she scrubbed at them angrily as she refused for one second to believe that anything, other than not having the time to write, was what kept Gerard from writing her. She would never believe anything other than that until she knew firsthand.
As his face broke through the haze in her mind, Naomi had to wonder what she would do if her worst fears were realized. How would she handle it? What did it mean that she missed someone she barely even knew and why did his last letter always bring a smile to her face? As thoughts of Gerard ran rampant through her mind, Naomi sighed heavily while she looked up into the setting sun. A tiny smile curved her lips while she thought of him and, no matter what her mother said, Naomi knew Gerard liked her. He had said as much in his last letter. With a growing smile, Naomi sniffed back her tears and stood from the porch, determined to wait patiently for her letter, for she knew in her heart, that he was okay and somewhere out there, he was thinking of her.
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Sorry its so short. But you got 3 chapters for my Frank story. (If you read both, then its a treat, if you only read this one. Go read my Frank one!! Pretty please..)
I'll try to update tomorrow. But I'm spending the day with my beta, my boyfriend and her boyfriend. So may not have time :D:D
"Naomi, come here and sit down," she told her, giving her daughter a tiny smile as Naomi looked up.
Naomi walked around the bar, sitting in the vacant seat next to her mother before staring at the bottle in her hand.
"I'm not sure what is wrong honey, but you've been moping around her for over a month now and you're starting to worry me. Now tell me what's bothering you," Naomi said, raising her hand and brushing Naomi's choppy hair away from her face.
Naomi looked up, the empty feeling in her chest threatening to cause the tears she wanted to shed to spill as she looked into her mother's caring face. Taking a deep breath, she willed the stinging in her eyes away before she started to speak. "Well, it's just that.I haven't heard from Gerard since last month," she almost whispered.
Donna sighed heavily, fearing that was what the problem was. She had watched Naomi practically stalk the mailman every day, and every day she came back inside looking more depressed than the day before.
"Oh Naomi, I told you not to get so emotionally involved in this," Donna told her. "Gerard isn't on vacation, he's at war. His time is spent fighting, not sitting around writing you letters."
"But he said he'd write to me," Naomi said, her voice small and almost inaudible.
Donna wrapped her arm around Naomi's shoulder, giving her a tight squeeze before placing a kiss on her head. "Naomi, Gerard is eighteen. He's a man who has more important things to do than fuel the adolescent dreams of a fifteen-year-old girl. I told you not to get too attached to the idea of him. He's too old for you sweetheart." She tried to be as gentle with Naomi's feelings as possible.
"It's not like that," Naomi said, half-lying. "He doesn't have anyone. No family, no friends. I'm the only person on the planet who cares what happens to him. He wouldn't just not write to me."
Donna smiled sadly at her daughter, giving her another tight squeeze before letting her go and standing up. She knew it was hopeless to try to get Naomi to see things any differently and hated the thought of Naomi's heart getting broke in the process. She was too young to be so attached to a man she barely even knew, especially one that may not even get the chance to leave whatever hell he had been dropped in.
Naomi watched her mother leave the room before she stood and walked over to the back door and let herself out. She had talked to Jordan for over an hour on why Gerard hadn't written back and when her best friend had mentioned the one thing Naomi refused to think about, her heart sank. She just couldn't let herself think about that.
Gerard's last letter said that he would probably ship out early and at first, Naomi assumed that was why he hadn't written back, but now, more than a month later, her worst fear was starting to haunt her every thought. How would she know? If something did happen to him, she'd never know.
Sighing heavily as she sat down on the back porch steps, Naomi let her head fall into her hands. The stinging of tears in her eyes made them itch and she scrubbed at them angrily as she refused for one second to believe that anything, other than not having the time to write, was what kept Gerard from writing her. She would never believe anything other than that until she knew firsthand.
As his face broke through the haze in her mind, Naomi had to wonder what she would do if her worst fears were realized. How would she handle it? What did it mean that she missed someone she barely even knew and why did his last letter always bring a smile to her face? As thoughts of Gerard ran rampant through her mind, Naomi sighed heavily while she looked up into the setting sun. A tiny smile curved her lips while she thought of him and, no matter what her mother said, Naomi knew Gerard liked her. He had said as much in his last letter. With a growing smile, Naomi sniffed back her tears and stood from the porch, determined to wait patiently for her letter, for she knew in her heart, that he was okay and somewhere out there, he was thinking of her.
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Sorry its so short. But you got 3 chapters for my Frank story. (If you read both, then its a treat, if you only read this one. Go read my Frank one!! Pretty please..)
I'll try to update tomorrow. But I'm spending the day with my beta, my boyfriend and her boyfriend. So may not have time :D:D
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