𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 // 𝐡𝐞́𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭

V🦢

I still remember the day as if it was yesterday.
For the first time my Ma decided to tell me about my dad. It was no secret to me, that he had been gone since I was little. Even as a little child I had blamed myself, even though she reassured me that I didn't know, I couldn't stop searching for him in any human. Somehow, there was always something missing.
"Ma, tell me about Papa." I would ask her every night. I had expected her to shake her head softly at me again. Put the heavy blanket over my little body and caress my cheeks with her thumb while telling me that it was now time to rest. On this day though, it was different.
"Mon amour, your Papa was.. my first love. I still remember when we first met. I liked going to that one spot, where there was mostly nature and so many beautiful flowers. Such pretty ones... well and then it happened. One afternoon there he was. Afterwards he told me that he always used to watch me in these huge fields of flowers." She paused.
I had noticed a little teardrop sliding down her cheek. "Mammon, why are you crying, why are you sad?" I couldn't understand.
"Brigitte, I think you are old enough to understand now. I want to tell you because you deserve to know. Your Papa died when you were still little. And I want you to be aware that it was not your fault nor his intention. I will stay with you tonight, baby. And before we go to sleep Papa wants you to know, that you have had the most special place in his heart. In fact you still have. He's your guardian angel now, watching you from up there. Never forget that, will you my little star?"
I clung unto my Ma's arms, little teardrops forming in my eyes, my throat dry.
"I won't. Ever."

Trying to do my homework? Can't concentrate.
Cleaning my room? Can't stand up.
Snapping some fresh air? I might die alone.
I couldn't believe my own thoughts.
Had I gone insane?
This might be the first stage of a depressed life.
Laying in bed, staring at the white ceiling. I was at the point where I questioned my life decisions and maybe.. just maybe. I was onto something that I would regret later on.
I hadn't seen Héctor since he went eating with me. After that 'naming me his girlfriend' incident, there was something inside of me that seemed to bring out my female rage even more. Not that I was angered at anyone I just didn't understand what I was feeling. Truly it made me go insane.

I tapped onto his contact on my phone. The last message being the photo of me in front of the cherry blossom tree. I just wanted to see him again but I also didn't want to seem desperate. Actually I was and the fact that he was probably busy with football showed me how miserably I was failing in life. I had nothing to do and at the same time so much. Being alone with my thoughts was the worst thing. I couldn't message him even if I wanted to, though.

There was a knock on my door. "Bri? Can I come in?" Sofía's voice could be heard from the other side.

"Yes." I stood up to approach her.

"Feran's here. I would like you two to meet!" she smiled. I looked down, I had my pink pj shorts and an oversized shirt on. It fitted my mood perfectly but overall I just felt nasty. Still, I didn't want to be a burden for Sofía so I simply nodded.

"He has been wanting to meet you all day long. Especially because he's going to live with us now." Seriously, I wasn't really prepared to have a stranger living here but as long as Sofía was happy, I was too.

We walked into the living room and I immediately locked eyes with Feran who was standing in front of the couch. He had black hair which was cut short and a kind of remaining stumble on his jaw. I was almost as tall as him that's why I would say he had a medium height for a man. His outer appearance reminded me of a prisoner and the way he smirked at me made me feel uneasy.