Who:
jewhawk and
puckzillaretteWhat: When time stops just passing
Where: Puck's apartment, NYC
When: After she receives
THISRating: Could be swearing
It had been nearly an entire decade since Naomi last spoke to her brother. She should probably regret that, but even though she missed him, she knew she was better off without him after the miserable hole she witnessed him fall into. It was when her own welfare got put at risk because of his actions and that horrible habit he picked up when he finished school, she had to cut ties before it killed her.
She was 25 years old now. Not a kid anymore. Far, far from it. She had been forced to grow up so quickly to be able to cope with Puck's actions, and once you lose your innocence, there's just no going back. She thought about trying to contact him many times, but managed to stay strong. She couldn't let that into her life to drag her down when she was already struggling enough to keep her head above water.
But now here she was, standing on his doorstep apparently after receiving a message from him out of the blue on Facebook. Why was she here? She looked down at the note in her hand with the scrawled address from her mom and gave a sigh. It took fifteen whole minutes of standing there staring at the door before she finally plucked up the courage to ring the buzzer. And once she did, it took all her self-control not to just turn and run again.