𝓕𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓢𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ❤︎

𝓢𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: 𝓓𝓪𝓯𝓯𝓸𝓭𝓲𝓵 𖧧

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚌 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍.

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♪ 𝙽𝙿: 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝙱𝚢: 𝙿𝚊𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 ♪ 

(𝙰𝙽: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚢𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜.)

"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔, 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒎𝒚 𝑨𝒍𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓."

I sang his favorite song, gently holding his hand, while I sat by his bedside, cherishing our special bond.

"𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒚-𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆."

I watched him sleep so peacefully as I have always done since that night.

"𝑫𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒔, 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏? 𝑰𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏 𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅?"

Does he hear my voice? I wonder with despair.

I wish he could, because in less than a week my family and I will be leaving.

"𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒏𝒅?"

But I don't want to leave him, not until he wakes up. Not until I see those mesmerizing eyes again.

"𝑫𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒔, 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒏𝒅."

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"Banicka! Have you finished packing?" My mom's voice echoed through the house, reaching the top of the stairs.

"Not yet, Mom!" I called back, my voice tinged with reluctance. A heavy sigh escaped me as I hadn't even started packing, and the idea of leaving weighed heavily on my heart.