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The thing about love is we dont get to to force it when it's not for us. Because real love is letting go. And I think that's what I'm doing today. Letting go.I still see her every day. Maybe it's just always be me. It would be hard to not watch her walk under the sun when she's Era. She was my best friend. Always will be. I've known a little parts of her that never changed. And that's her smile. And how she's still the girl that I would cherish even she's in love with someone else. I have a feeling it's going to rain today. Oh shoot. I still need to pick up some gardening tools from Macy's store. I should pick it up later tonight when I'm finish planting the seed in the soil. I've been trying to preoccupied my mind with gardening or planting. I dont know what it exactly called. Perhaps, this is just because I'm so new to this. And so far it's keep my mind off of the things that messes my mind. It's therapy, I guess. A free one. Kim is gone. My mom is gone. Kim's still uncertain whe
“I still can't believe you're dating, Cooper Lee.” Patrick says, putting milk into the cup. I smile at the thought. “Me too.” I glance at him. “You think it's a bad idea?” I purse my lips. He pouts like he doesn't know. “I dont want to say anything. But I heard Cooper's family could be controlling in their child's life.” “What do you mean by that?” “Cooper used to date girls like you.” He stops and glances at me as if he just said an offensive thing. I think he just did. “It's not like that. I mean come on let's just face it. You're an ordinary girl who pretty much bleed in time just to make $30 dollars a week, while Cooper drives around at the town with his Lamborghini.” He's right. I'm just an ordinary girl. With a daughter for a record. It makes me sad all of a sudden knowing I just realize that by now. “Right.” In a saddening tone I say. “But Cooper's good. He's kind. He never let me feel secure about anything.” “That dude? He's a keep but his mother just the witch of all.”
I just taken my shower when my phone rings.“Kim?” I asks, sitting on the ned with my towel on.“Hey, I...can I ask a favor?” She sounds so worried. Like she's down and grieving.I nod but she can't see me. “Yes, yes.”“Can you please check Simon? He's not been answering my call. I dont know why. I mean he always pick it up. But today he's so out of reach.”“Yeah, on my way .”.“Thanks, Era.”“Of course,” I assure her. I get up andThe door creaks when I open their front door. Their house is full of silence like it's haunted and abandoned and I just know that he's upstairs. Just as I make my way I can see the mess in their kitchen. Plastic bottles. Beers. And empty bags of chips. Has Simon been drinking lately? But why?I step into his room with my heart pounding a little. Got no idea why I'm feeling like this, but maybe because it's the fact that we're here alone again. He's right there. He's lying on his side, he's back facing me.I stir him a little as I sit on the space next to
I wake up to the sound of a truck outside. Era is lying next to me in the couch. Wait why did we end up like this? Oh, last night. Her face is nestling to my neck. She looks peacefully sleeping and she's taking her time so calmly. Her body is curl up so close to mind with her one arm drape to my waist. And just like that I fall in love again. Again. And I shouldn't I know. She's in love with Cooper and the only reason she's here is because Kim asked her. It's not like I'm suddenly ungrateful for it but I wish she came because she wanted to see me not because Kim asked her to. Last night, it almost hit me hard seeing the way she looked at me with disappointed eyes. I knew then she hates to seem drunk. But I knew too that she wanted to understand. And I wanna thank her like really kiss her hand for it but I hold myself from doing so. Now, it's hard to hold myself. I find my hands caressing her face. Her soft delicate skin almost remind of the girl she was then. So innocent. I wond
It's been raining for days. I cannot tell if the heavy feeling I've been feeling comes from it or if it's because of what has happened between me and Simon the other day. It didn't end up well. I think it was something we never saw coming and now we have to face the consequence our words brought out to each other. I know I acted wrong and so did he. So I don't really blame myself for the way it turned out. I blame him for calling me bitch at the end. Bit I know I've hurt him so badly bringing up Cooper and comparing him to him. I've been thinking of calling him but every time I pick my phone Anne calls in. She called me today, telling me that she has to go fly to California for some family matters. I felt the panic begin to make its way to me. This is too soon to happen. She asks if I would to go back for awhile and then come back here until she's back to New York. I know I have to go back. There's no way she's driving Sophie here. It's not the time yet for everyone to see Sophie
Slowly. I think you slowly forget the pain of the past when you're begin to feel the happiness of the present. It's those people that are with you that seem to matter now. And those who left, they shouldn't be something you have to think about all the time. Leaving was their choice. And I know why I am saying this, it's because I know what it felt like to have someone all so suddenly be gone. “Do you see that?” Emma points to the bird flying above the shore. She has her head lying on my lap. I nod and smile at her cuteness. Starting now, I'm focusing on who is with me. Emma's with me on this very beach we had our first kiss. It's the same beach I showed to Era the first time I saw her since she came back. This place has become a sentiment to my heart. And I won't ever want to forget it. “You see this?” I kiss her forehead and think of all the way I could do it again. Just to see her smile. I feel so happy that she's back. That will stay as long as she's here with me. She giggle a
My body freezes as I watch him watch me. Emma is laughing behind him. I think I hear her call my name and waves at me. I kinda do the same but Simon doesn't pay attention because he's way too focused on me. It's not right. He should be looking at Emma not at me. Because the way his gaze fixed is always the way I want Cooper to do. Like I think Simon wants to run up to me and give me a tight longing hug or maybe a kiss. I shouldn't be thinking any of this or even him. It's wrong. So wrong.I take a deep deep breathe and begin making my way upstairs to where Cooper always stays. He's gone in his first bevause he's mad. He's mad at me for not telling him that I'm going to New York. It was just one week but I feel like I did a crime here. I needed to take care of my daughter. Every time I remember her sweet smile I just feel relieved. I want to look back at Simon to see if he's still watching me but I'm scared I won't be happy to see what he will be doing with Emma in that pool. So I st
ERA'S POVBeach vacation is finally here. I've been thinking about it to come around. For a while I had forgotten that it would still happen . It gotten out of my mind. It's just that I spend so much time with Cooper these days. Getting to know him. We talked about his family. How his mother loves floral things. That she likes putting asseoted flowers in every vase she found whether that is cheap or expensive. I was astounded by it because it fixed in my mind that Cooper's mom would only go for expensive things but this is an exception. “Wohooooo!” Cooper shouts next to me as the white sand catch on our feet. We're walking towards the rented beach house. His hands are slipped through my waist as we feel the heat of the sun shining above the clouds. It's so sunny today and I hope it never rains. The wind is so warm against our skin. It keeps baling my hair away. I'm sure it's too tangled up now. Better that way than it doesn't. It feels so good being here. It's like I'm younger tha
FIVE YEARS LATERERA'S POV “Mommy! Mommy!” I run upstairs and trying my best not to think of any bad thing that can happen to Sophie. She's sitting in the bathroom. “What happened?”I ask her, holding her hands. “Can you get my Zoe in my bedroom?” A relief of sigh come out of me. Zoe is her teddy bear. The only thing she can play with among all other toys she have. I don't think it's one of the fun thing about being a young kid. You get to choose which toy is your favorite. If it's a plastic toy. A feathery toy. It's all up to you. And it's one of my favorite thing to do for Sophie. Being able to give her the one that she likes the most. Sometimes it reminds me of my childhood and it often leads me to remember Simon. It's been five years. Yes. Five years. I don't how will I feel. Sometimes I wonder if we'll ever get tot he point of seeing each other again. And I have come to the point of not liking myself thinking about it. It's making me sad sometimes. I do feel like I have giv
I finally decided to let go of the house. Era have put a sign in front of their house that says property for sale. The last morning I have was spent staring at the sign for a few hours. I wasn't feeling happy about it. It was a lonely sight for me. I was empty. The soaring loneliness have become more evident. If only Richard didn't have to be gone. Everyone showed up at the funeral. Richard's family was there. Dad was there. We talked a bit and then he went back to New York. He is apparently a business man. A man of success. A man of ambition. Richard is a man of balance. He is still successful. He gave time to his family. He have happiness to both. I really see the different. But what can it do. Things will never be the same. Some little words from my own father aren't enough. I needed him more than anything. This is something I wish he have given me. Sometimes, I just want Richard to be my father but he isn't the name on the paper but he has a piece in my heart that stays the same
That's when I know. I know that something is going on. The way my mother wipes roughly broken wipes the tears on her face like a kid getting a cry from a horrible moment. From a heartbreaking moment. Through the window, I watch her make her way to our front door. .the door flies open, “Simon. It's Richard.” She breaks into tears. Her face in a crumpped confused, scared and in disbelief scene. I immediately meet her at the door.“What happened to him?”“When I step in, he was lying on the floor. He was....he's...Simon... He's dead, Simon. He's dead.” She can't seem to push every right word to say but she's able to breathe afterwards. “What do you mean he's dead?” I pace through the floor, trying to understand everything she's saying. I'm sure Kim doesn't know this. But how could Richard be dead? Me and mom ran back to the Fin house. It's hard to believe it. It's hard to believe that a person could be dead when you just saw them a few days ago, like a minute ago. Is this a dream? I a
Endings can sometimes feel like numbing and at the same time you're hoping it's not happening. But the truth is you're not fearing over the end, you're fearing over the change. Because that exactly what I'm fearing now. The change. Sometimes I want to dig open the future and be there and let it become known to me but it's impossible to happen. I feel like I have let the things come to an end without doing something to prevent it. End and change are teo of the most scary things to happen. And mostly the change is what I fear because it is just the way it is and that I can never do anything to with it.I've been sitting in the kitchen table, eating my cereal, and drinking my cold coffee. But it takes me hours to even take a sip of it. In the morning I just feel my hand heavy and I can't even move to lift my cup. My mother called me a few times this morning but even if it was just right next to me. I didn't move a nerve to answer it. The phone rings ten times and I just ignore it like
It's Friday afternoon, 1:56 P.M. I'm walking toward the front door when I see a glimpse of Era outisde their house, throwing the garbage at the same time. I blink a few times, hoping she would be gone then but I guess I don't believe it right away because I know there's no way she's home right now. But she's still there and my heart is beating right out of my chest the moment it sinks in. Everything is happening so fast that I already find myself running towards where she's standing. Her back is on me and when she turns around, there's no trace of shock in her face. Was she expecting me to be here in the first place? It's been three days since I was back from New York. Three days since she was gone. Gad I miss her to much. I can't believe this enough that she's here. Alive and smiling at me as if she never really disappeared. “Era?” I finally say. “Hey.” I find myself shy in front of her. Her smile only widens and then she jumps to wrap her arms around me. I only close my eyes and
I've never been to New York. Well, it was once when my mother took me to meet my father. I was probably five years old at that time. I didn't really know what happened and forgotten how it felt like so I think right now, this is my first time to actually be here and be fully present.If I have one more reason to be here, I would know but right now, one real reason I have is Era. I've been tossing and turning on my sleep last night. Well, technically, I wasn't really sleeping, I was awake and staring at the dark space covering the ceiling. Maybe it was meant to happen that way. To always think of her so I can decide whether I come to New York. Tell her what I feel towards her. Tell her how much I want her. I love her. Gad, it took me years of heartbreak to even decide on this one. To finally confront her with my feelings. I don't know what to expect but I want this to happen. It needs to happen. It has to happen. Because if not now, when? I can't watch her go and be merry with Brad, b
I've never been to New York. Well, it was once when my mother took me to meet my father. I was probably five years old at that time. I didn't really know what happened and forgotten how it felt like so I think right now, this is my first time to actually be here and be fully present.If I have one more reason to be here, I would know but right now, one real reason I have is Era. I've been tossing and turning on my sleep last night. Well, technically, I wasn't really sleeping, I was awake and staring at the dark space covering the ceiling. Maybe it was meant to happen that way. To always think of her so I can decide whether I come to New York. Tell her what I feel towards her. Tell her how much I want her. I love her. Gad, it took me years of heartbreak to even decide on this one. To finally confront her with my feelings. I don't know what to expect but I want this to happen. It needs to happen. It has to happen. Because if not now, when? I can't watch her go and be merry with Brad, b
“So you're going back tonight?” My father asks after he talked to Brad in the kitchen. Brad nods and says, “Yeah. I think Era wants us to go back right away.” He then eyes me and raise one eyebrow. I follow them to the porch while I leave Sophie playing on a little crib my father made for her. He's such a sweet father. Even when I was little he would always got things for me. “But I think we will have dinner with you tonight. Is that...”He speaks even before I can complete my sentence. “Come on. You're my daughter. Of course I would want to have dinner with you here. Me and Simon will be cooking barbecue. What do you request having?” When his name pops out of his mouth, it makes me look down at my shoes. ”Wine, I guess.That's fine too.” I just say. It hits me then that it's Simon and father that have been getting closer now. Will I be able to concentrate later when he will be here, eating dinner with us? With me and Brad on the same table? How would he feels for that? I was broke
The moment Brad turns to my main street, my heart skips a beat. There's always something about this street that makes my heart goes that way. Something something about this street that reminds me so much about the entirety of my life. Like the trees next to it, the side walk. The matching cream color of the houses. The way the wind makes almost every little tiny objects move in the middle of a hot afternoon in Holy Cross Village. That name sounds childhood to me. A childhood that was long go forgotten.It's past afternoon, now. Brad and I have been listening to the radio for the last two hours. After that crying and feeling it all about his past, I just then felt steady and fairly positive about this life of mine. Life isn't always going to be that excellent and, all the time, happy. I know that. But this moment with my daughter and Brad marks a good memory somehow. There's always going to be failures and grieves that will be part of life and we should take part of it. Allow them to b