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“When she was just a little girl, she expected the world; but it flew away from her reach”
Paradise, Coldplay
1 week later
That morning I woke up, brushed my hair, got dressed and grabbed a granola bar just like any normal day but the thing about today was it wasn't just any normal day. Paul and I got into the car; he didn't pester me to hurry up because he knew what this day meant to me and why I didn't feel like my normal self. I stared out the window my silence consuming me. As the radio starts to play Coldplay, I feel the warm substance fall from my cheeks; everything reminded me of him.
Flashback
“No Daddy; please just a few more hours” I cried
“Honey, I can’t hold on”
“No Daddy, you have to; for me”
“Ari, promise me something”
“Anything” I replied tears streaming down my face
“Promise me that you’ll always be the perfect girl you are, that you’ll never change for anybody, promise me that one day you’ll fall in love, and that you’ll never forget who you are because you are one of a kind. Ari I know you think I’m giving up on you right now by giving up but darling I know you that you are going to grow up into a beautiful, young and talented woman. Ari, you are worth everything to me and last but definitely not least please promise you’ll look after your mother. Promise me that you’ll love her and help her move on.” He coughed as the smoke started to fill his lungs
“Daddy, please don’t say that, don’t leave me; you can do it Daddy” I chocked through heaving tears
“You’ll always be my Starry Ari”
“And you’ll always be my Sweetie Pettie”
“Goodbye my princess” he whispered inaudibly
“Goodbye” I cried softly into his chest
Flashback Ends
I wiped away the tear that had fallen from my eye running my fingers through my curly brunette mess. I made way to my locker without mentally breaking down. I grabbed my books for AP English, closing the locker to see Niall; smiling smugly against the next locker.
“You really suit those” he said staring down my neck
“I’m not in the mood; Horan”
“What’s wrong” he asked actually showing pure compassion
“Please just not today” I say weakly walking my way to my class.
“Ms Sanchez, you’re late”
“I know, I’m sorry”
“Honey, is there something wrong?” she asked
“No, I’m fine” I lied
“Honey, you’re crying”
“Oh, I just have something in my eye” I lied
After 6 hours of boring and uninteresting subjects the bell finally rang. I ran out of the gates, my claustrophobia getting the better of me. I finally catch my breath, walking down the various streets; I stopped at an old church. I walk closer to the mural that was painted on the wall of the church and I immediately recognize Dad’s face. I would notice that goofy smile and warm eyes anywhere.
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