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| "I'm not going back."; Genevieve and Rebecca's Return | |
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| Alma | Jun 30 2013, 08:04 PM Post #1 |
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[align=right]Autumn 10th - 11pm - New York City, New York[/align] The door slammed open, and Gen came flying into the kitchen wearing a wide grin. "My mom's sick." Rebecca glanced up from stirring the spaghetti she was making. She couldn't help but answer with a smile of her own. "Why, what'd she do this time?" "No, I mean, she's sick. She's got an illness and stuff." Gen waved the letter in her hand around as she plopped down at the table. Rebecca blinked. "Like...is she peeing her pants in public or something?" She looked back down, checking the texture of the noodles. "Some kind of embarrassing bladder infection?" "Cancer." The spoon clattered on the stove when Rebecca dropped it. She stared into the boiling water for a few seconds of silence, just long enough for Gen to chuckle, before she looked at her roommate with wide eyes. "What did you say?" "Cancer. Can you believe it?" Gen had her eyes glued to the paper she was skimming. She nibbled on her pinkie hangnail, her grin never leaving her face. "It's...it's just-" "Gen, you're smiling," Rebecca murmured in horror. She shrugged, waved it off. "God, it's skin cancer too. Can you believe it? She wears this obnoxiously high SPF every time she goes out and she still gets skin cancer. It's so ironic, don't you think?" Rebecca turned back to the stove, grabbing the corners of it with a white-knuckled grip. She breathed in and out for a few seconds before grabbing a lid and covering the pot. "I just think it's funny, y'know, that she's healthy every single day I'm around, and then the second I leave..." Rebecca was already shaking her head as she came to the table and sat. She wanted to reach out, take Genevieve's hand in between her own, but that could be disastrous. She tried to judge her mood. "Gen, this didn't happen because you left." "Guess when it got diagnosed." Rebecca was silent. "Yeah. Two years ago. Nice, huh? It's like...it looked like it was getting better, she says, but...but now it's like..." "Gen-" "Looks like the radiation's not gonna do any more good. Neither will the chemo." It was rare that Genevieve wore her hair back in the messy ponytail she had it in right now, and suddenly Rebecca could see why. It highlighted every plane and angle of her face, every vein that stood out under her paler-than-pale skin. She looked gaunt, not beautiful. Rebecca nibbled on her bottom lip. "She didn't even ask me to come back," Gen said, her voice falling to a whisper. Rebecca couldn't take it anymore. She laced her fingers with Gen's. They sat there together in silence for a long few seconds, the kitchen clock ticking like a timebomb, Gen reading the letter, Rebecca reading Gen's face. And then Gen shoved her chair back and threw the letter on the table. "I'm not going." Rebecca stared at her with huge eyes. "Gen..." "I'm not." She was grinning even wider, this sadistic painful grin that Rebecca had never seen her wear. "She's such a fucking bitch, Rebecca, and she doesn't even want me back or she would've told me-" "It's your mother," Rebecca pressed. Gen whirled around, shoved her face at Rebecca's, and screeched "I'm not going back!" Rebecca sat there for a moment, her fingers curled around the bottom of her chair, her heart pounding, before Gen stepped away with thick, heavy breaths and began to pace. She made it halfway across the kitchen before she crumpled. Rebecca threw herself out of her chair and skidded to her knees, bruising them horribly but not caring in the slightest. She wrapped her arms around Gen. She'd be her shield. She'd block out the world. "I was s-supposed to bring her something back," Gen wept. "You are," she whispered back. "No, I'm not." Genevieve sucked in a wet breath. "I-I'm supposed to have a Tony or something. At least a nomination. Something to prove t-that I'm..." That I'm worth something. Rebecca closed her eyes as she pressed Gen's face into her shoulder, smoothed her hair. "You're bringing her yourself. That's better than a whole Best Musical Tony." But Gen was shaking her head, digging her fingers into Rebecca's arms. "I can't do it, Becky. I can't go back. Not alone. I can't go back and just watch my mother die." "Then I'll go with you." Silence. Gen lifted her head, stared up at Rebecca with those incredible sparkling green eyes of hers. "Y-you will?" It was strange. Rebecca had never even thought about it before. She'd been born and raised here. It was only natural that she'd stay on her whole life, that she'd pursue her dreams in the best place to do it. But maybe that wasn't her dream anymore. Maybe she didn't even have one. Maybe the closest thing to a dream she had right now was the girl in her arms, barely even a woman. Rebecca nodded slowly. "I will." Gen's face crumpled again, and as she broke into fresh tears Rebecca leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. Then she gathered the girl she loved into her arms and held her until she fell asleep. |
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