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You'd think after loosing your dad you'd be in pure agony and not wanting to move a muscle.
Well, that was the case for Esme at first. At first she cried and cried until her eyes hurt and she could barley talk. But as the days went on, something crossed her mind.
Her dad was at peace.
Actual peace.
Ward Cameron was dead, and knowing the man who killed Esmes father was dead brought her a little ease. Of course she was still heartbroken and would never get over the loss over Mario Lopez, but it did make her feel better and prevent her from crying her eyes out every few seconds. Everyone had been crowding her, asking if she was alright every five seconds. And god, was it the most annoying thing ever. Esme finally yelled at them to back off and let her deal with her own problems.
Fast forward to tonight, Esme sat inside the chateau smoking a cigarette. It was something she'd been doing lately, but now the addiction was getting even worse.
"Hey." Pope greeted as he walked over to the girl. Esme just let out a sigh and shook her head.
"Hi."
"We should talk."
"Not tonight, Pope, ok? I'm finally feeling better." Esme denied as she shook her head.
"Esme, you're hurting. We all notice. I-It's ok to be—"
"You wanna know the truth? I'm doing fucking fine. You wanna know why? Because I know the man who killed my dad is rotting. He can rot in fucking hell Pope. Fucking hell."
"Esme." Pope whispered, shaking her head.
"No! Don't cry over me, alright? You already do so much, and I can't give you anything anymore. You deserve better."
Pope didn't say anything, just walked forward and wrapped Esme in a hug. The girl stood there for a second, not knowing what to do. But after a few seconds Esme hugged back, sobbing into his shoulder.
"I want my dad." She cried and Pope just nodded, rubbing her back.
"I know, I know. It's gonna be ok. I'm never leaving you, do you understand?" Pope asked once he pulled away from the hug. Esme nodded and wiped the tears from her face.
"The Deja vu is killing me."
"Don't remind me." The two laughed as Pope wrapped his arms around Esme's shoulders and pulled her close to his chest. She knew she wouldn't have to worry, because Pope would always be there to love and support her.
