𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝙶𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜(𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚎)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢-𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

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song of the chapter: valerie by amy winehouse

"i miss your ginger hair and the way you like to dress"

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I sat at the table with my mother for lunch that day. I was told that a girl named Juliette was coming over to join us.

There was a knock at the door, and my mother stood up, walking over to it. She answered the door and pulled the little girl into her arms.

The little girl burst into tears as they pulled away, her face going red. I watched her curiously.

"I'm Mrs. Anderson," my mother told her. "But you can call me Leila if you want." She nodded, wiping her tears. "Aaron, take her upstairs and I'll make you kids some snacks."

The two of them went upstairs and my parents both came back to the kitchen. My mom came over to me and leaned down, kissing my head.

"Mommy, why did you hug her?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.

My mother looked at me for a long time, her eyes filled with sorrow. My father cleared his throat, and she snapped out of it.

"Her parents died," my mother said. "She's going through a hard time, and I thought she might need a hug."

"Oh," I said indifferently.

"Would you like a snack, Rory?" she asked me. I nodded as she placed a plate of cheese and crackers in front of me. "I'll bring the rest up to Aaron and Juliette." She went up the stairs, and I was left behind with my father.

"Will she live near us?" I asked the man as he sat down next to me.

"Maybe," he replied, looking down at me.

"Maybe," I mocked, wrinkling my nose. "You already chose her family. You know where she's going to live. Will she live near us?"

"Don't nag at me, Aurora," he warned. "You know better." I rolled my eyes, staring down at my plate.

"Juliette's lucky she doesn't have a father," I mumbled, not thinking before the words left my mouth. I expected a smack to the face, but instead, he laughed, shaking his head.

"You're very outspoken, I'll give you that," he mused. I sighed, crossing my arms.

I hated the memories that involved my mother. I hated seeing her face, hearing her voice. It just made me miss her more than ever.

I thought that maybe the pain would go away eventually, but it hadn't. I still woke up crying sometimes after dreaming about her.

There were footsteps outside the door, then the knob was turning. I perked up, my eyes widening. Were they letting me out?

"Hello, Aurora," I heard.

I felt my chest tighten at the sight in front of me. It was impossible. It wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening.

"No," I found myself saying, my voice firm. "This isn't happened, this isn't real."

"What's wrong, Rory?" he asked, stepping forward. "Are you not happy to see your father again?"

"You're dead," I retorted, my eyes wide as my fingers tapped together uncontrollably.

"Am I?" he asked with a smile.