the progress project [3]

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fiona

she has exactly one week until january second, the day she loses her freedom again to the manhattan psychiatric center.

she escapes her parents' house at eight a.m., passing christian's closed door even though she knows he's been awake for an hour.

she drives, parks her car and uses her keys to unlock the door to the apartment, walking in to see everett sitting cross-legged on a kitchen chair, eating a s'mores pop tart. her heart seizes in her chest; she missed him.

"put one in the toaster for me?" she asks, setting her keys and bag on the counter.

everett jumps up to hug her, holding her tightly for a minute or two. "i missed you."

she missed him, too.