Missed Encounters
@yourgrcvity
Everything was awful and everything hurt. Genny had come so close to getting everything she wanted: a penthouse with a good view and a man who loved her. Charlie was a gentle man and loved her; even better, he treated her like a queen. How was she going to get on with the rest of her life when she was left alone with nothing?
It was with that mindset she had spent most of her time after the funeral, locked in bed and refusing to see anyone with a lot of chocolates and romantic movies. Sometimes she wished she could stay in bed forever, but the mercy and pity of her friends and family only went so far. Slowly, she began going out of the house starting with lunch dates with one person before two or three friends were added into the mix. Big groups of people, however, were a plague and unmanageable.
But how could she deny seeing one of her closest friends on her birthday? Camila had been an angel throughout this whole ordeal and Genny needed to be there. Lennon, though? That she didn’t expect. She and Lennon hadn’t spoken since the accident and Genny couldn’t help feeling that she had done something wrong. And yet, there they were, in a close corner and awkwardly looking at the floor. God, it was torture, “Hey, so, um, how have you been?”
