Moonlight Stella Rose is a 15-year-old female. Her mother just died, and Moonlight had to move in with her wealthy father. A man that she has never met, a man she's never known about.
Her life was peaceful, until the accident, then her life turned u...
I cling to my teddy bear when I look into eyes of my own.
My mother has crimson red eyes, while I get my ocean blue eyes from my father. My mother told me the story so many times I memorized it. The story of how they met.
My father has jet black hair, I have my mother white hair.
I shack my head.
Maybe... Maybe, I'm just seeing things.
I go sit down and look out of the police station lobby window.
"Hey, Moonlight." The man says.
I jolt at the sound of my name being called out. I look up to see the man coming towards me.
Now, he stands in front of me, his hand extended. I tilt my head at him in confusion.
"I'm your father, Moonlight. I'm here to take you home with me. I'm sorry for what happened to your mother, my wife. Trust me when I say this: It is not your fault, my little rose." The man says to me in a soft yet serious voice.
His voice sends shivers down my spine. "But Mum said that you couldn't come see us due to family issues. So, why now?"
That must have stuck a nerve. His own daughter asking why he is has come now to see her and take her in after 15 long years of waiting.
I cover my mouth realizing what I just said was very rude. I look down at my lap holding onto my skirt nervously. "I apologize, I didn't mean to offend you." When I finally look up, he's smiling at me.
"Your right. I've been trying to clear up some family dynamics. I loved your mother, but our families forced us to be separated. Now, I can't hold my beloved wife. Even so, I know she's never fully gone. She's still here." He points to both our chests. " In our hearts."
I look into his eyes. Eyes that look just like mine. Ocean blue. I notice a tear leaking down his eyes. Instinctively, I reach my hand out to wipe it away, just like I did with my mother when she used to cry. "S-Sorry. I should have asked."
"No, your fine, mi hija." My father said to me gently.
I look up at him shocked. " You know Spanish?"
He smiled at me. "A little. Your mother tried to teach me, but it was difficult. On top of that, well, let's just say I'm a little stubborn."
"At least now I know where I get my stubbornness from." I speak weakly, hugging my teddy bear.
"I guess it kind of runs in the family." He chuckles.
"When are we leaving?" I ask my voice a little weak.
"Whenever you're ready to go." He puts a hand on my shoulder.
"I'm ready to go now." I look down.
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