She looks around, seeing fathers with their daughters. It's fathers day. On the street are laughter everywhere. People laughing and happiness in the air. She looks at her surroundings, eyes watering at the thought of when she would be truly happy.
'Just like this' by Chainsmokers & Coldplay, states to play. The tears trimmer down her eyes to her cheeks. Seated on the bench, she sobs quietly. She feels envy towards them. She feels hatred. She never wanted this, but fate had other plans.Head low, hands in pocket, she wanders around, grief and sadness overwhelming her.She looks at a particular father and daughter from the store window. Anger boils in her, pain she never expected to feel, all come rushing. She has heard of heartbreak, but she never expected it to be this painful, hurtful.Why would he leave me? I didn't do anything wrong. Why couldn't he love me? What does she have that I and mother didn't? How could he just leave us like that?Lucy's PovWhat the hell almost happened?Why is my heart beating a hundred times per second? And why the hell am I flushed?I can't believe I almost kissed Cole! Or he almost kissed me, whatever! I can't believe either of those almost happened! I mean, sure he's looking good tonight but still, he's Cole!Ughh!!!What is wrong with me?Did I want him to kiss me? What am I even saying???I washed my hands while berating my reflection infront of the wide mirror in the restroom. My purse was nowhere to be seen as I had left Cole in a hurry but my important things were safe in my chest.It was just a little dance, so why am I flustered? Maybe it was the glass of champagne I took before seeing Cole, or maybe it was seeing him nicely dressed in a suit that scattered my brain a bit.The champagne must be really getting to me...Stupid suit! Stupid Cole!I sighed and turned off the tap.Then there was a knock on the door."Lucy, you in here?" I heard from the door and I saw Tamara's head some
Lucy's PovWait a second... Fiancee? But Cole's like my age, right? I turned to glance at him, taking in his smooth face, chiseled jawline, very cute pointed nose. He doesn't look like someone who's ready to graduate, talk more of get married or be engaged to someone else.No offense there.I returned my gaze back to Rosa Park. She looked like a Barbie doll with her outfit, but she was pretty and boy did she know it. You could just feel the aura of pride around her with a hint of a large ego dashed with her parents money."I don't owe you anything. We've talked about this Rosalyn," Cole spoke icily, "You're not my fiancee. Not now, not ever."Her smile faltered a bit, but she maintained her countenance. "Say whatever you may, Cole, but we're betrothed to each other regardless of whatever our affections may be," her gaze reached mine. "Remember what my family has done for yours? Your father and your family won't be where you are now without the help of my father," as she spoke, I hear
LucyDamn if I didn't feel cool after saying that. Regardless, what I said needed to be said at that moment. Just because he's hurting doesn't mean he should push away the few people still ready to take his shit (myself included).Going back to the party, I found the little princess talking to Coles parents and I could see the way they both beamed at her, like she was an angel sent from heaven. A frown settled on my face taking in the scenery, the little voice at the back of my mind wishing at that moment we exchanged bodies and I was the one standing and smiling at Coles parents, but I brushed the voice away, shaking my head slightly. I made my way back to the table to see that there was a new addition to the table. Before I could take my seat, the person looked up from their phone and gave me a small smile, looking me over. Not the kind that Coles parents would give– the snobby, I'm rich you're not, I'm better than everyone kind of look but kind of like a– I'm intrigued to meet th
LucyLife has taught me that when only one person fights for too long, comprehends too much, and compromises even if it hurts to the point where the person is depleted, drained, and empty, the relationship will become dull and eventually end. These are the times when that person's warm love turns cold, as seen through her eyes and her smile, which is no longer as genuine as it once was because it's now the soul that speaks enough is enough and it's too much to bear.And that indicates to me that not all stories have happy endings; some can be tragic, agonizing, or full of unexpected turns and surprising conclusions. The lesson found in the pages of their sad stories is the greatest part of all of this; and the questions left unanswered, it was supposed to be love, so why does it end? Perhaps it was meant to be left unanswered, or perhaps it was best to leave it unanswered.I pondered on these words I once read in the earlier days when my dad abandoned us, as I sat impatiently, waiti
[Lucy] Days have passed after the ball and things went back to normal, well as normal as normal ever was. Sunday was the normal stay at home, binge watching rerun marathon of my favourite show, Spongebob. My mum and Jones found an apartment for themselves not too far away from mine because to put it mildly, I had had enough and couldn't handle the excess PDA I was constantly tortured with from them. She visits once in a week to restock the fridge, cook one of my favorite meals and nag me about how skinny I look. Cue the eye roll. But, aside that, she has been very happy with Jones and that's the joy of every child to their parent– that they're constantly happy.The sound of the bell shook me awake from my reverie. The just rounded class was Science and it goes as my second worst subject after dear, old, mathematics. The name of the teacher is Mr. Hart, and he, just like Mr. Clark, is known for his stern demeanor and strict discipline. He's a stickler for following the rules, and he
[Cole]"Come-on, please, please, please, please, pleaseeeee." I pleaded, just as I've been doing for the past couple of minutes."My answer still remains the same when you asked the last five minutes ago, and the last ten minutes ago, and also the last fifteen minutes ago. No!""Would it change in the next twenty minutes?""What? No! Go away!! And stop with all the begging, you're giving me a headache," She rubbed her temple with a small scowl."Ohh, come on. Have a little fun while you're young. You wouldn't want to be all dried up like granny over there," I pointed my head in her direction, thankful she didn't hear me. She's a strong lady, that one.Suddenly burst of laughter caught my attention and upon turning around, I spotted Tamara entering the diner with an giddy expression, all excited as she made her way to Lucy."Lucy, you won't believe what just happened!" Tamara exclaimed, settling into the chair two seats from me which was also across from Lucy at the counter. She hasn't
[Lucy]It's Thursday and I have an afternoon date with Jones. Mum made me promise to meet up and eat with him at least once or twice a month. We– mum, Jones and I– meet up to eat twice in two weeks, and my mum and I eat together seven times a week. To be honest, I think she's suffering from withdrawal syndrome; withdrawal from me, that is.Anyway, I rushed to dress up and headed over to the small cafe across the road from The Flapjacks. I check to see if someone's standing or watching from across before entering the Cafe. If granny Steve sees me, I'm a goner.The first thing that hits me as I enter is the warmth surrounding the building. It's like I'm wrapped in a wollen sweater, with mittens and socks during the winter and then doused into a jacuzzi filled with hot water. The second thing is the smell of fresh ground coffee beans, and hits me along with whipped cream and chocolate.I scan the place till my eyes find Jones at a table near the window and I quickly step towards him. I
LUCY'S POVI walk through the halls minding my business not caring about the murmurs I hear around me or the stares I get. One thing I've learnt, ' Don't give a shit to people who don't mean a shit to you'.My name is Lucy Hale, I'm 18 and I attend a high school called Primestone High, Tennessee. I know stupid name right?. I moved here three years ago from California where I was living with my mum. Dad left when I was seven, and it has been really hard on mum. After he left earlier, she had a case of PTSD, but she's better now after getting some treatment during the years.Apparently, I didn't have a choice because mum thought I needed a change of environment, and new friends because my old ones were bad influences and I didn't have a say in it.