Warm love (Sequel)

Part 9

*Danielle's POV*

"Yeah we'll talk" I say before hugging Ben and getting into my car.

We spent the whole day together, the sun is starting to go down but I still have something I want to do today.

Visit my mother.

After Valentina helped me to actually visit my mother I've been visiting ever since, at first I couldn't go without Valentina but after a while I could even go on my own.

Everytime I come home I visit her grave so I will do the same now.

I arrive at the cemetery 10 minutes later, I lock the car and I enter the graveyard.

I find her tomb soon enough and I kneel down, I brush my finger against her name, I suck in a deep breath, this never gets easier.

"Hi mom" I start "I'm sorry I haven't been here in a while I just couldn't get out of school, but I'm here now" I chuckle sightly.

"School is fine, I can see the end let's just say that, I'm really sorry that you didn't get the chance to actually attend Harvard, the place is really magical" I start the story "Yeah I know you would think I've had enough but I didn't, every morning I wake up I'm shocked I study here, the atmosphere is out of this world, the courses are too and I can't believe I'll have my law degree soon, after that I'll just do the bar exam and hopefully I'll pass" I say.

"I guess I will because my girlfriend will help, yeah we are still together and she would still do anything for me, I swear mom I fall in love with her more everyday, you would love her" I think about Valentina and smile.

"I'll come back till I'm here and when I'm done with Harvard I'll visit you everyday, I love you mom" I say before kissing my hand and putting it on the stone.

"That was beautiful" a voice says behind me, I look back startled and I stand up.

"Dad" I say before brushing of the dirt from my jeans with my hands, I haven't seen him in almost 4 years, he definitely changed in his appearance.

He is dressed up well, a flower in his hands, his hair brushed, he shaved and doesn't reek from alcohol, he looks older but not by much.

We look at each other for what feels like eternity, he then breaks the silence.

"I'm glad we met" he says, I nod "That's it?" I ask, maybe I should be afraid but I'm not, I changed during these years too, and let's just when your girlfriend and her best friend are great in self defense you don't get scared easily, not after years of practicing.

"Of course not" he looks down "I'm so sorry honey" he says, I pull my mouth in a thin line, he won't get to me, not this time.

"I've been working on myself, it wasn't easy but I'm trying and I'm better" he says.

"You've been 'working on yourself' because of my girlfriend, you would've never went to rehab or therapy on your own, how long have you been like this? Did you ever even thought about reaching out or you just didn't have enough time to hide from me this time?" I spit.

"Of course I planned to reach out, that's all I've been able to think about ever since I got out of rehab, I know I messed up-" I scoff "Messed up? I still have some of your marks on my body" I say.

He looks down again "I will never forgive myself for that, I haven't touched a drink in 2 years and my therapist says we are making progress I just want to have a relationship with you again" he admits.

"Well that sucks dad, for once things won't happen like you want them to, I'm sorry but I can't even look at you- not after everything" I shake my head.