Tranquility
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Excerpt from Serenity:
Serenity
Tuesday, September 10:30 a.m.
The hovering orderlies were driving Serenity insane. She knew they were waiting for her and her twin brother, Quill, to say their goodbyes. To the staff her grandmother was a lifeless body needing to be wrapped up and taken to the morgue, but to Serenity she’d been their savior. She was going to take every God damn minute she wanted.
They could fucking wait.
Serenity glanced over at where Quill stationed himself against the wall, his heel tapping out a never ending beat to some song in his head. He refused to look at the lifeless body of the only person who had ever cared about them. She was surprised he’d lasted as long as he had. Quill didn’t do emotions.
Serenity’s thumb moved across the back of her Grandma’s cool hand before she lowered her forehead to the edge of the mattress. She wanted to cry, but the emotions building up in her were so much bigger than what crying could ever release.
Quill pushed off the wall, rubbing his hands up and down the front of his jeans. “I got to get out of here.”
Serenity looked up. She knew he was going to go straight to his buddy’s house to drink the day away, but he was her brother, her twin for fuck sake and she needed him here with her. “Don’t you dare leave me to deal with this alone.” Her voice was thick with emotion. He had to see she needed him. “Please Quill,” she whispered.
Quill ran his hands over his face. The three o’clock shadow he sported scratched against his calloused palms. “Fuck.”
Serenity watched while he worked through a variety of emotions, none of which would lead him to stay and help her with the details of their grandmother’s death.
“Ren?” He was pleading with her to give him permission to drown his sorrows.
With a nod, Serenity told him to go. She’d taken care of him in the past. She’d take care of him now. “Go. I’ll meet up with you later.”
Quill ran the back of his sleeve over his eyes and walked out.