Final Exit {Jack}

Why must minds always do this? Play devil’s advocate and be convinced of the worst: could see the posture of his body from across the town-square. The way he worried for this girl like no stranger. Vy’s mind noticed nothing but this, despite the distance and heavy uniform. And the picture only becomes more vivid as she continues to hear nothing from him for days. He’s found a new tough girl to save, there’s no denying that.

No, he’s too gentle to ever cheat.

Then she gets distracted by her toddler’s voice, “Mama, where we going?” She questions, and makes Vy stop completely in her tracks. A shirt gets pulled from the bag, just not for too long.

Yeah, but he’s at least wishing he could, even if he hasn’t yet.

“Just to visit Granny for a little.” Folded clothes begin to get stacked into the bag again. That little nose scrunches up on Brooklyn’s round face. Someone’s been spending far too much time with her mom.

“When we coming back here?” The Rugrat questions all too innocently, emphasize on the fact that she believes this is where they belong.

“Not sure Sweetie.” And how is Vy supposed to tell her otherwise? She takes in a long sigh before taking her Little one into her grasp. Have to at least show her that everything’s all right. “Don’t you miss Granny?” They both giggle in response, though Vy also begins tickling the Rascal in addition.

Somehow all of their belongings fit into a large duffle bag, and two back-bags. Have to love only having a physically light load. “How about we leave the toys for Mira? I’m sure you still have plenty at Granny’s.” Have to love that Brittany spoils Brooklyn and treats her extremely differently, only reason why they’re going back.

Like the smart cookie Vy is, she waits until the house is completely empty. Last thing she wants to do is argue with Kyanite, and hopefully a note will help her understand much better. She begins writing it as soon as Brooklyn calls it clear. Probably smart to give them a few minute incase they forgot something. A few things are scribbled down, and she forces herself to not reread. Last thing she needs is to spend the entire time perfecting a letter and wind up getting caught anyways. It’s folded in half and left on the kitchen counter for, fingers crossed, a few hours.

“Come on Brookie.” Vy eyes where she’s been to make sure no mess is left behind, and nudges her head for her to get a move on. They cut through the living room to retrieve their things. There’s no denying the memories and feelings they’re going to miss from this place. But it’s much safer to leave due to it being Vy’s decision, rather than waiting for things fall apart. Risk it being her fault. And with that they then head to the door for a final exit.