Taste of Love - (Gal Gadot)

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i couldn't sleep that night. knowing that i'll be visiting my father within a month from now gave me the worst anxiety; for multiple reasons, but i was more so worried about the fact that we both spent so much time apart, he had changed but frankly, so have i.

i wasn't that little girl that he had been reading stories to every night, or watching Disney movies with, or playing hide and seek with. i wasn't that little girl whom used to bake cookies with him every weekend and go to the diner with; though that was our go to place, i still visit often, and i've often asked myself why.

do i like the place that much? not necessarily, i think it was more so trying to relive the memories i had created with my father. every time we visited, it was around breakfast time, he'd order his usual pancakes while i pleaded to get milkshake - a Vanilla milkshake to be precise. but he declined every time, until we both reached to a compromise. i would be allowed to order whatever i wanted during breakfast time solely on my birthday. but that never happened, as months after that compromise, he left, and left me with these memories too. there were times i would go to the diner just to sit there, and try to remember the good old days, and the best conversations i had with him.

we talked about everything, but what i loved mostly about my father was the fact that he cared about my future, he asked me about my dreams, and once i told him, he supported me, and told me to work hard and to never stop chasing them. but, what aches me most, was the promises he had made, promising to be around, love, and care for me unconditionally, but that's all bullshit, and i wouldn't mind calling him out on every little thing he's said that turned out to be a lie, but my intent isn't to go and unleash my pain, but rather be civil, and try to form some sort of relationship once again.

my body was exhausted, but my mind was wide awake, i couldn't lay around and wait until i would fall asleep as it would take at least a few hours, so i decided to get up, and get some fresh air. did that mean i was sneaking out? technically yes, but i wouldn't be gone for long.

i dressed myself, picked up my phone, and wallet, as i tiptoed down the stairs as quietly as possible, before i snuck out of that door and was met with cool air, i couldn't help but smile, it feels nice to just get out at 3 am even if it was once in a while.

i turned around in circles laughing as freedom greeted me with the calm weather, the dark night, and the glistening stars as they never shined as bright as they did at this current moment. i tried to stay still but stumbled as i felt dizzy from the seconds i had turned around in circles, it was childish, but it was also quite sweet. i picked up my phone, and opened up the camera, taking a few shots of what i had witnessed above me. god, it was ethereal, the camera couldn't do it justice, but it was better than nothing.

a slick, calm, familiar tone spoke up from behind, scaring me as i dropped my phone, screen first, onto the ground. i groaned aloud, as i got on my knee to pick it up, only to see a damaged screen which made me groan in annoyance as this phone was barely a year old, and was almost completely tarnished.

there Chris stood, as handsome as ever, he had his million dollar smile spread across his face, but once he saw me on my knee trying to repair an almost completely broken phone, his smile turned into quick concern, as he stood next to me, offering his hand, which i accepted as he helped me pick myself up on my feet.

"shit. i am so sorry, Sarah. i didn't mean to scare you" he started off, bitting his lip, as he took another look at my phone. "i'll get you a new phone, i promise."

"don't worry about it" i let out a small chuckle. "everything looks fine other than the screen which i can replace in a few months" i mumbled the last part to myself, as i realized i needed to save a bit of money since i only had about 35 dollars with me and i doubt that would fix the damage that had been done.