Don't call me doll

Chapter 32:

Dalia held the leather suitcase in her right hand, while the left was holding a pale yellow ticket. She stood in Grand Central station, watching as another train sped into the station. Dalia turned her head to look up at the large clock, then internally groaned realizing she had to wait another 5 minutes.

"DALIA ROSITA RIVERA!"

Her face turned red in embarrassment. She slowly turned her head to see Anita standing at the top of the long staircase in front of the entrance. Anita glanced and met her gaze, then nearly flew down the staircase.

"I thought I was too late." Anita said, wrapping her arms around Dalias neck and pulling her sister close. Dalia smiled softly and dropped her suitcase, hugging her back. "You're just in time." Anita pulled away and held her upper arms. She had tears bubbling in her eyes, Dalia sighed and wiped them from her face.

"I love you so much." Anitas voice cracked halfway through her sentence, Dalia smiled and hugged her again. "I love you too...but I need to do this." She said, Anita nodded, pulling away and sniffling softly.

"I know...stay safe...and write to me."

She nodded, Anita pressed a quick kiss against her forehead. Another train pulled into the station. Dalia grabbed her suitcase and sighed. "This is me." She muttered, gesturing with her neck towards the train. Anita nodded and sniffled again.

"I love you mi hermanita." She whispered, pulling her into one last tight fast hug. Dalia turned and climbed onto the train waving goodbye to Anita, who returned the wave. And watched until the train left the station.

Dalia sat, with her head turned to look out the window. Her eyes then darted down to look at the leather wristwatch, a sad smile spread across her lips as she pressed a quick kiss on the dirty glass. "Thank you...doll." She sighed, looking back up and out of the window.

6 Months Later

Dear Anita,                                                                                                                                                                   I found a new home in Connecticut. The beach is right outside of my house, and it is one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen. Miss you more than anything, and my clothes are all ripped. I never noticed how much you fixed the holes in these. I also hope Maria and Tony are doing well. They came to see me a few weeks ago but left within 3 hours. Heading somewhere out west. Again, miss you more than anything. And hope you can come to visit.                                    - Dalia.

A/N: Wow...it's over...AND IT ONLY TOOK ME LIKE A MONTH TO WRITE IT. I apologize for the long long long wait, but I've been trying to figure out how to end it on the best note I could. And it's probably not perfect, and in a few years will regret doing it this way. But right now, I like it, and hope you do too. 

Thank you to everyone who has been supporting this story, either from the start or halfway through. You are all so wonderful and have made me feel so supported. So, a special thanks to anyone who follows, votes, reads, and/or comments.

(Also, Invisible Freaks, will be getting basically gutted and rewritten within the next month.)