My Moon Prince ✔️

-LIAM-

1651 ... 1653 ... 1655 ... 1657. There I stood. At my father's grave and couldn't even cry.

"Hey Dad." I whispered softly and sat down on the ground in front of the grave. There were flowers on it that were slowly wilting. "Thomas broke up." I breathed softly and pulled myself together a little when it hurt again. "I know you never really liked him. And now he's actually gone.. and I'm not pregnant. Yeyy. You can breathe easy again.", I smiled briefly when I saw my father in front of me and how he theatrically grasped his heart and took a deep breath before exhaling in relief.

Tears welled up in my eyes again and I looked up at the sky. Dad didn't like to see me cry, so I learned not to cry around him. Unfortunately, it was easier said than done, and again, light tears fell one at a time down my cheeks. "But can you imagine? Three whole years and then he says that he realized he just didn't love me anymore. That's bullshit! Well.. I just hope you're ok up there and that at least you're living happily and pain-free in heaven. I miss you Dad." I murmured softly and dropped my head. I put my face in my hands and just let it all out. I didn't scream but my body trembled as I cried. It all just hurt so much at the moment.

I don't know how long I sat there like that, but I think it was long enough for someone to tap my shoulder and wake me up. Did I fall asleep?! Oh shit, no! what time was it Natalie will behead me! I looked up, startled, and jumped to my feet. I probably slapped someone in the face so hard that they stumbled back and cursed.

"Oh no! Oh my God, I'm sorry!", I immediately turned to the young man who was sitting on the bench behind me, cursing quietly and holding his nose. I looked for a handkerchief in my hoodie pocket and sat down next to the man. "Damn, I'm so very sorry! You're bleeding.. sorry, it wasn't my intention.." when he freed his nose, I squeezed the cloth and let go, startled when he hissed.

"That's fine. I shouldn't have scared you like that.", he said quietly and he took my handkerchief from my hand to hold it to his nose."However! But I shouldn't have reacted so quickly either. My god, I'm so sorry about your nose.", I looked at him worriedly and wanted to do something else but I didn't know what. "How can I ever make it up to you? I'll pay for the dry cleaning of the shirt!", I knead my fingers nervously, looking for something to write my name on. When I actually found a pen in my pocket, I took the stranger's hand and wrote down my number. "You can just call me when you take the shirt to the cleaning or something..", I said quickly and looked at the stranger who was silently looking at me with his head tilted slightly smiling. Only then did I stop and immediately look embarrassed away.

Damn, he didn't look bad-

"You trust strangers way too easily.. eh"

"Cinderella- Cinderella Jefferson," I said quickly, watching his eyes widen in the darkness.

"Like the fairytale princess Cinderella?", he asked in disbelief and I nodded slightly.

"Yes, my mother had probably allowed herself a joke at the time. My friends call me Cindy though. Or Cin."

"That's a pretty name.. I'm Liam. Just Liam.", Liam held out his hand and I hesitantly took it to shake it, but he lifted it up to him and kissed my knuckles. Shy and overwhelmed by it, I slowly pulled my hand back to me and got up.