The next day Amelia still couldn't believe this though her father was acting very weird.
"Amelia!" said Mr. Citrus, this couldn't be real, her father calling her? what about the Baudelaire's, the Quagmire's, Duncan?
"Father?" Amelia replied, she heard footsteps, getting louder getting faster just like her heart beat,
"Amelia honey are you OK?" Mr. Citrus said as he headed up the stairs,
"Er— I think so father." Amelia said looking up at the ceiling as she remembered that time she wanted to paint it with sunflowers, but this time; there were sunflowers painted beautifully. Her father came in,
"Amelia, how are you?" Mr. Citrus asked,
"Yes, uhm— father when did the sunflowers get on my ceiling?" she asked pointing to the now sunflower painted ceiling.
"Oh honey don't you remember? You painted those last summer." He let out a un-natural smile. Amelia shivered. This was all so hard to process her father— her lost— Duncan. It all seemed like some déjà vu, but it couldn't— could it?
LATER THAT NIGHT
Later that night all Amelia could think out was her father, that smile, something was very off, but what?
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Fanfiction*the only character I own is Amelia Citrus *An A Series of Unfortunate Events fanfic
