The Life of Eniola (rewriting story)

Chapter 15

I wake up and I suddenly remember what happened last night.

No wonder I have a headache and my cheeks feel puffy from all the crying. I sit up in my bed and think deeply for a moment. Feeling a bit exhausted and lack of energy to go to work, I decide to text Kianna about not going to work for at least half a day so that I could let her know beforehand.

I start my day by taking a shower, and because I cannot be bothered to make a proper breakfast, I come to the conclusion to prepare a quick and easy breakfast, I decide to go for green tea and two slices of wholemeal bread with avocado (toasted) which is enough to fill me up.

Then, I get a call from my Aunt whilst I am putting on a black formal dress so I set the phone on speaker.

"Goodmorning, Aunty Aaliyah."

"Morning dear. Are you okay? Your voice seems a bit off..."She asks, her voice shows that she is worried.

"Yeah, I'm fine. When will you be there?"I ask, meanwhile I'm putting on some low platform heels, that my dad gave me as a gift for homecoming. A tiny tear drops onto my cheek but I quickly wipe it off.

"Elena, are you there?"Looks like I got sidetracked for a moment.

"Oh sorry. What did you say again?"

"I will be there in around ten to fifteen minutes."

"Okay, sure. See you in a bit, Aunty."I say and end the call.

I exit the house and lock the door with the key before getting inside my car. I arrive at my destination and walk to the graveyard, I search through the tombstones until I found my dad's. The tombstone was of white rock, as he loved the colour because it reminded him of purity and symbolised a new beginning to things. The tombstone marked the passing of Leonardo Flavio Alfonsi, a person who'd been so beloved, and who had left behind the kind of legacy that made the world feel brighter. I gently position the white lilies near the tombstone and I lay in a sitting position.

"É un peccato che tu non sia stato qui per vedere Alessia;saresti stato un buon nonno.Ricordi la vita i cui abbiamo construito  un castello di sabbia ma continuava a essere ditrutto dall'acqua...?"I end up laughing at the memory but tears come out the same time.

My aunt comes from behind and hugs me to console me, in return I do the same.

"It's okay, honey. Just let it all out."

After some time, I stand up from the ground and dust myself up. I take another look at the tombstone and I turn away and walk along with my Aun out of the graveyard. I go to my car whilst my Aunt goes in the opposite direction. Still feeling downhearted as it has been 21 years since the day of my father died.

Just like that.

One moment he was there on the couch, then the next he was gone.