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promuseboxing2018-12-25 04:16 pm
startpoint) wrote in promuseboxing2018-12-25 04:16 pm
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You can't go home again. And Carolina isn't, she knows she isn't. This is just another form of work, tidying up her father's house so that it can be sold and she won't have to worry about it anymore. The sooner she takes care of things the sooner she could go back to work. It doesn't bother her that she's spending her christmas alone. After her mother died her family didn't care much for celebrating. Leonard is spending the holiday when his girlfriend so the task of cleaning up the family home falls to her.
Joy.
She hasn't been back to Reach in years, not since she started law school. Not even for her father's funeral. There had been a major case her firm was working on and she had refused to step away and let someone take over so she could go and stare at a box being lowered into the ground. It wasn't like he had ever been a father to her after all, and she learned a long time ago that tearing herself apart to try and gain his approval was a losing fight.
It's strange being back, the house feels bigger than it used to now that her father's oppressive energy had gone away with him. She doesn't even bother unpacking, doesn't dare get drawn into the task of sorting out the house yet. The kitchen is empty, cleaned out when they got the news that Leonard Sr. was never leaving the hospital in Chorus. Instead, she walks back out the door and heads for one of the places in Reach she still has fond memories of. The Mother of Invention is still there and she's pleased to see the coffee shop has actually grown and expanded into the bookstore next door. Stepping inside is like stepping back in time to five years ago. She had always been coming here with York and... well. Those were good memories even if the relationship hadn't survived her leaving for law school in Boston.
She orders her old favorite drink and is so caught up in her own thoughts that Carolina doesn't even see York until it's too late to avoid him. What is he even doing back in Reach, she would have thought he'd have moved on by now. "...York." God, what does she even say? "It's... it's been a while."
Joy.
She hasn't been back to Reach in years, not since she started law school. Not even for her father's funeral. There had been a major case her firm was working on and she had refused to step away and let someone take over so she could go and stare at a box being lowered into the ground. It wasn't like he had ever been a father to her after all, and she learned a long time ago that tearing herself apart to try and gain his approval was a losing fight.
It's strange being back, the house feels bigger than it used to now that her father's oppressive energy had gone away with him. She doesn't even bother unpacking, doesn't dare get drawn into the task of sorting out the house yet. The kitchen is empty, cleaned out when they got the news that Leonard Sr. was never leaving the hospital in Chorus. Instead, she walks back out the door and heads for one of the places in Reach she still has fond memories of. The Mother of Invention is still there and she's pleased to see the coffee shop has actually grown and expanded into the bookstore next door. Stepping inside is like stepping back in time to five years ago. She had always been coming here with York and... well. Those were good memories even if the relationship hadn't survived her leaving for law school in Boston.
She orders her old favorite drink and is so caught up in her own thoughts that Carolina doesn't even see York until it's too late to avoid him. What is he even doing back in Reach, she would have thought he'd have moved on by now. "...York." God, what does she even say? "It's... it's been a while."
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York stumbles slightly over the word friend, but he wants to think of her that way. He still cares about her. Probably still loves her on some level, if all his attempts to move on have ended in failure. And he'll try not to think ill of the dead while he's there, even... her father had hated him, he knew that, but it'll be fine. He's there for Carolina, not for him. It's just a house.
"I have my car, I know it's only a few blocks down but I can drive you back. I was on this side of town for some errands and to stall for time."
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Loud, chaotic holidays are something Carolina has never experienced. Even when she was with York she found reasons to avoid being invited to any major family events. As if she knew that seeing a large family gathering would hammer home just how broken her own home was. Even before her mother died their holidays were small, neither Leonard nor Alison having much in the way of relatives.
Maybe it's selfish to not want to be alone as she exorcises her father's ghost, item by item but she's not going to say no.
"Alright, you've convinced me. But the moment your family starts missing you I'm going to kick you out."