His beautiful girl

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A/N: Trigger warning! ⚠️ Death and grief

It is a Wednesday evening and I am on my way to my parents. 

My father had sent that I should not come, but I had to go. I hadn't seen her in 3 days and I wanted to see her. 

I came in, she was sitting in her normal place on the couch reading a book. I thought my father was exaggerating because on bad days she doesn't read a book but I was too quick to judge.

"Hey, mom." I say with a smile. When she looks up and looks at me she starts to panic. 

'Who are you? DEAR, THERE IS SOMEONE HERE! Go away! Darling! Help!' It was like she gave me 5 punches in the stomach and I froze. 

'Mom, it's Emily. Your daughter, Mom—" "DEAR HELP!" My father runs into the room and already knows by my face what is going on. I try to hold back the tears but they are too heavy and too many. 

Without saying anything I run to my apartment with tears in my eyes. When I'm inside the apartment complex I collapse. I fall to the ground and start to cry. 

I put my knees to my head and close my eyes. I wouldn't care if people looked at me funny. It was so fucking painful. My best friend, my mother no longer recognized me. Is it all my fault because I haven't gone to her for days? Is it my fault for not moving to Monaco sooner? 

It all felt like my fault and I felt guilty. It hurts and I feel like I'm going to throw up. 

Suddenly I hear someone say my name. "Emily?" I look up to see Charles crouching in front of me. He puts a hand on my knee to keep his balance. 

Behind him, I see Arthur standing and Charles sees that I'm just looking at Arthur. He signals to his brother to leave and Arthur does so. Arthur goes out the door and I don't see him anymore.

Charles turns back and I try to wipe my smudged mascara from my cheeks. "Hey, what's up?" 'Nothing..' 

'Hey, I know we don't know each other very well yet but I see there's something. Tell me, I want to help you.' 'I want to tell you something but you have to promise not to tell anyone.' He nods and stands up. 

'It's better if we do that somewhere else, come.' He takes my hand to get me up and we go to his apartment. 

When we walk to his apartment I think about ways how to tell him. Or should I back out? Charles does not say anything because I think he is scared to shut me down by saying something. Which is a good choice. I think if he would pressure me I would just back out and leave. I felt to talk to someone but that someone should be Isa. I know her for such a long time. But I feel safe next to him. I feel like I can trust him.

We sit on his couch, he doesn't say anything and looks at me. It actually feels good that way, Charles respects my time and I'm thankful for that. 

"My mom has dementia." I say quickly before my overthinking gets the better of me. Charles looks at me, doesn't say anything, and takes my hand to give me a sign of support. "The doctors confirmed that 3 years ago. At the time I was in my final year of my nursing degree.' I swallow and then continue. 

"The doctor said last year it was going faster than expected so that's why I moved to Monaco, to be closer to her. Some days are really good and some days are really bad.... like today.' "I went to my mother and she no longer recognized me. She thought I was someone who broke in. And it all feels my fault." 

At first, I could hold back my tears but I can't anymore. I started to cry and Charles gave me a hug. He tried to calm me down but it was too late. I had a panic attack. 'Hey Em- Em listen to me listen to my voice.' He takes my hands and tries to calm me down. 'Breath in and breathe out. Do it with me breath in en breath out.' I do what he says and it helps. After a while, my panic attack stops.

I became calm and wanted to start again but Charles interrupted me for the first time. "Take your time, if you don't want to tell now that's okay." I shake my head 'No, I feel like I need to talk to someone about this.'  

He nods and says nothing. "I feel like it's my fault for not moving to Monaco fast enough or for not being there for 3 days. It all feels so bad. When she was scared of me it felt like she had hit me 5 times in my stomach and I just wanted to cry like a little baby. I wanted her to comfort me straight away but she didn't recognize me anymore so I ran away.' 

Then I completely broke down and started crying hard but my panic attack did not come back. Charles held me, not distantly but like a real hug. He comforted me and it felt good. After a while I calmed down and got my breathing under control from my hyperventilation while crying, I always do that. Charles started to speak when I calmed down.

"I know what it feels like to gradually lose your parent. Believe me. I've also seen my dad weaken and it's hard. Very hard, but what I did learn is that you have to put it behind you and do fun things again the next day. Otherwise, you will regret even more. I would give anything to turn the clock and do more with my father.' 

I look at him in surprise, has he lost his father? "Have you lost your father?" Charles nods 'Yes, a few years ago from cancer.' "Sorry - I didn't know that." "It's okay, it's about you now." 

"Make beautiful moments and don't blame her or yourself. Everything will be fine.' Charles puts 2 fingers on my chin to let me look at him. "Everything will work out in the end." 

I look straight into his eyes and he looks into mine, I feel tension and temptation. I feel myself starting to blush and close my eyes and wait for the kiss. I feel his breath on my cheek because he is getting closer but suddenly I hear a notification from my mobile. 

I open my eyes and Charles was sitting as usual again. I look at my phone and see a message from my father.

Dad: Sorry about that, it's been a really bad day for her. Are you okay? I will send you when tomorrow is a better day xx Please don't feel guilty.

"My dad, he wanted to look if I'm okay." Charles nods. "I must go, Arthur will wait for me." I nod and we both go to the elevator. When the elevator comes to my floor I open the door and hold Charles my arm. 

I turn and look at him. It was like the same feeling in the movies that the boy is going to kiss the girl but the kiss doesn't happen. 

"Everything will be fine Emily, believe me. And if you want to talk about it. You know where I live.' I nod and he releases me. I get off the elevator and go to my apartment. I close the door behind me as I enter my apartment and fall to the floor against the door. 'Shit Emily.'

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