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When she was fourteen, Sharon Rainsworth met a strange man who knew her mother. He was kind of an anomaly, seemingly misplaced, but once there he'd just...stuck. That was the only explanation for how he'd inexplicably became a fixture in her young life. Never mind that he was attractive, but in the nondescript way where one needed to take a moment to really appreciate him. At the time, she wasn't that naive and young to recognize this.
So when Sharon noticed that their new neighbor was finishing moving into the Sinclair's old house, she had paused in her reading, forgetting about the book laid on her lap, and stared from the shaded porch of her Grandmother's family home.
Is he living alone? Sharon remembered thinking the very first time she'd seen him, a cardboard box in his arms as he made his way up the paved path to his front steps. The movers arrived a few days beforehand, and while they began unpacking and unloading furniture, Sharon wondered and speculated about the family who'd purchased the large Georgian Colonial that'd been empty the past year and a half.
She'd hoped they were nice, like her previous neighbors, and this time maybe even have some kids her age. The Sinclair's were an older couple, though by far still younger than her Grandmother, and had moved to be closer to their daughters who lived near the city. For a girl who didn't have many friends close to her age around the neighborhood, she found herself sometimes doted on by them. Especially so by Mrs. Sinclair, who missed having family around. But in the end, with the announcement of their new grandchild on the way, Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair ultimately decided to sell their home of nearly thirty years for the sake of a growing extended family.
That was last spring.
In the summer of her fourteenth year, Sharon realized that it wasn't a young family who moved in next door like she'd imagined. Instead, it was just one man. Late that afternoon when her grandmother placed a boxed homemade cake in her arms and shooed her out the door, Sharon hadn't so much as protested. She was curious, and maybe a little apprehensive being the one to welcome him, but she also remembered what it was like to move to a different town, a different house and life.
She made her way pass the familiar manicured lawn, housewarming gift in hand, up the paved steps to the home's ornate entrance, and rang the bell.
Moments later the door opened, and she remembered feeling struck by this strange, new person.
Up until then, Sharon Rainsworth had never experienced such a thing.
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Note: Just a little something. Break has always been considerably older than Sharon (in the manga somewhere around 15 or 20 years difference?), and I wanted to explore this in a modern setting. Maybe without romance, or some. Who knows. It was always assumed Sharon was infatuated with him from a young age. As for Break, I'd like to imagine he had some misgivings acknowledging this. Review?