All Chapters of Falling In Love With Era: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Saturday night when I finally decide to give Anne a call. My heart beats miles away from here and I just can't wait to tell her the good news. For sure she would be as happy as a running deer. That's who she is just being happy for my own happiness. Nothing ever compares the feeling of this to finally have Sophie with me. To live with me without worrying about Simon's reaction because he is happy. I'm glad that he didn't try point my mistakes or judgemental about it. I am one of the happiest girls ever alive.“Come on, Anne. Pick up the phone.” I whisper as a prayer. I bite on my lips as the phone continues to ring. She doesn't answer. I try again. Once. Twice. Four time. Nothing. Then I have to try again. She finally answers. There's a random noises in the background. It's been a while since I hear her voice and I can't even make out where she is. “Hello? Anne?” “Yes?” She pants, catching her breath. “Hey, sorry about that. It's just that Sophie is a wild kid. She keeps running a

I remember when I turned sixteen, with everyone gathered in the living room. When I say everyone, what I mean is my family and Simon's family. Mrs. Wellis, Kris, Simon's mother, was holding a pink cake while my mother was lifting the banner that says Happy Sweat 16.With a funny bold text in it, I couldn't stop laughing because of 'sweat' word instead of 'sweet'. Anyways, I enjoyed that day. Well almost not. My father went home with a friend. Kim wasn't there because she has date that time. But Simon was totally there. He was never absent in my special day. The thing is that day, I wish he didn't show up because my father' s friend brought his pretty daughter. She was wearing a black skirt. Her hair was in a high ponytails. Her blue denim jacket was matching with her eyes. In short, she was pretty. Pretties than I ever could. While she was all that, I was wearing a dress with its sleeves kept falling to my shoulders because it didn't fit me. Simon had her his eyes on her the entire ti

The moment my alarm turns off, I get up fast on my bed and fix it. This morning should be possible only for Era. I'm planning on taking Anne around the town in the afternoon but this morning should be slotted only for her and us. I finished the painting almost 4 in the morning. There were a lot of pauses because I have to think what should be the color of the leaves. Era loves sage green colors. I saw that she changed their living room pain into it. Why do I already feel like I missed her so much now? I place the canvas into a huge paper bag, thankfully it fits right in. I head out of the house and run across the yard. When I reach to the front porch, her father is yanking off a nail with a hammer. It feels like I never seen him around the past days or even week now. I wave a hand. He eyes me with a crumpled face. But it's not because he's mad or something. He's just concentrating on what's he's doing. Then he smiles a little like he's happy seeing me. "Oh, hey there, kid.” He re

Brad has called last night. I wasn't sure if it was right that this is what I am giving him. I mean he could vanish any time, there's a chance of that because that's how I am predicting things. Brad was a kind of person that nobody reads so I know that I better get myself ready if any time he would get into the plan of vanishing just in case. It's been week since I was back into this city that I used to dream about. I had so many plans before like meeting new people, getting own place, have my job stable, you know also visiting place. But over time, they were slowly fading away like an ash to the sky and then gone. When I had Sophie, those dreams became a blurry vision. I have no idea when will they be clear again. Of course, Anne and I talked again. We made up just because we couldn't help it. We have a short conversation about my plans and I was glad she supports me with it. Although, we'reokay now. I can't help but feel still guilty over the things I said to her. I know a part o

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