Her

Part 1

Kyra
December 15, 1959
     I have a question for you all. Have you ever met anyone where it feels like they threaten life itself? I mean that one person whose friends with everyone but no one quite understands? I have. I don't mean to sound like a stalker, but I watch her. Watch how she interacts with others and well, how she interacts with everyone really. I would describe her as a person who no one understands. To be fair she doesn't try to understand anyone else. I once heard her say "Does anyone truly understand anyone, like, no one truly gets one another." I would say that's how we're human. We learn from each other's mistakes and learn from each other's achievements.
Her name is Aster, Aster Auclair. Weird name with a beautiful meaning. Her name means in French "Star' the cheerful one". Honestly "cheerful'' isn't a word I would use to describe her. Mysterious, orphic, alluring, and peculiar. I would say most people thought of her as alluring. She had hair that could be described as cream blonde with ocean blue eyes. Honestly, sometimes when I looked into her eyes they were like the dark sea. So deep I would drown if I dared to jump.
You're probably wondering who I am. My name is Kyra Delcour. Most of you may have never heard of me. That may be because I like to just fade into the shadows. If you can't tell by my last statement I'll tell you. I don't have many friends. In fact, I have no friends. I think I do better by myself. Mostly because that's how it's always been. Maybe how it will always be.
Most people think of me as the weird girl who doesn't talk to anyone. I like to think of myself as a person who justs thinks everyone else's opinions are stupid. I guess maybe that's why I'm alone. I don't mind being alone though. I guess being alone feels nice. I don't have to depend on anyone and no one depends on me.
When I say no one depends on me, that's a lie. My family depends on me a lot. I have 2 little brothers, which can be a lot to handle, especially for my mom.My mom is a single mom who works so hard. I have to take care of them and have good grades. Ever since my dad left she has worked so hard so I have to have good grades, lie and say I have a lot of friends because I can't disappoint her.
Like I said earlier, my dad left. Not because he wanted to though. At least that's what I want to believe. My mom always tries to avoid talking about it. Probably because it's rooted from pain and heartbreak.
The story happened a long time ago in 1945, my mom was at a nightclub in Seattle with a face full of makeup and a heart full of dreams. She was only 16 at the time, but a little bit of makeup and a fake ID can go a long way. It was just supposed to be a normal girls night out. My mom's friend had recently gotten broken up with so it was supposed to be a no boy night, however my father was described as persuasive. One moment my mom was dancing with her girls, the next she was in my fathers arms. She says his arms lit a fire in her heart, a feeling she'd never felt before. He was obviously an upperclassman, with his designer suit and watch. Yet he didn't care, he just wanted to have a good time. As my aunt Margrette said "she shouldn't have been shocked when he left her for that rich girl". She wasn't lying, however I believe he didn't want to leave her. From the stories I've heard he loved her dearly and he loved me. He just couldn't say no. Especially to my grandparents that threatened him otherwise. Anyway I try not to think about it too much. Especially since I have a mom who is both my mom and my dad. It hurts but I can't think about someone who would leave their love for money.
I guess that's why I close myself off from people. I don't want anyone to leave me, like my dad. For a long time I wasn't interested in anyone, until I met her.