The Sapphire and ruby

Happy birthday Diego.

Princess' POV

I ran up the stairs to Marcia's room, ignoring her parents. The tears I held back since the moment I read that letter were threatening to spill. Marcia stayed back to talk with her parents. I continued to run till I found the familiar mahogany door. I opened it and ran in. The moment my face met the pillow, I screamed.

I SCREAMED. And I didn't care if the pillow was really doing its job.

My grand parents were dead. They promised to be at my 16th birthday. They promised to let me stay in Paris with them for a month. They promised to buy their grand kids cars as their 2nd birthday gift. They promised to go camping with mom and I. They promised to drop me off at university. They promised to let me paint their kitchen. They promised to show me pictures from their fist date. They promised to buy me Russian rugs. They never promised to leave me.

But now they have.

They died. They're gone. After every plan we made for all we'll do in Paris, they couldn't FUCKING hold on for me. Not even for their own daughter, my mom. Right now I cant even contemplate if they were sick, or they killed each other, or they committed suicide, or they...they were killed. I couldn't care less. All I know is they're gone. And now my mom has no parents.

I shut my eyes tightly and let every tear fall. I wasn't just feeling the pain of loosing my grand parents. I was feeling the pain of my mom. I was feeling the pain of them not taking me. I was feeling the pain of every time I told them good bye, and now was not a part of them. I felt the pain of every time they said I love you.

I felt the bed dip behind me and some ones arms wrapped around me. I continued to cry. Marcia's fingers found their way to my neck and she caressed it softly. Her steady breathing was soothing. I moved closer to her and pressed my forehead to her chest. Her heart beat was soothing as well. I liked the sound of the thumping. It distracted me a bit.

"Hey. It's OK. You're OK." She whispered.

"They left without me." I told her, my voice croaking a bit.

"I'm sure they'll be back soon. And they'll take you back for the funeral."

"The Principal said I'm not meant to go home. They're not coming back anytime soon."

She pulled me closer to her and I breathed In her scent. She smelt of vanilla and cinnamon. That sweet scent along with her heart beat and her fingers caressing my nack, sent me to sleep in a little while.

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I woke up to the sound of ruffling paper. I forced my eyes open and saw Marcia flipping the pages of three books on her desk. She was seating on a comfy chair in front of it.

"Hey."

She turned around and looked at me. "Oh, you're up. How do you feel?"

"Bored. And exhausted. And hungry. And deprived of happiness."

"Good. You feel better."

"Yup."

She got up and passed me a plate of cookies.

"Mom says she's sorry for your loss."

"Now it sounds so weird."

"I know. I...I already did our home works."

"Thank you."

"No problem."

I took another bite of my cookie.

"What's the time?"

"Uh...almost eight."

I almost choked on the cookie.