BRR! - A Sturniolo Triplet Special

october nineteenth

MY IMMORTAL

loosely based on the book: tuck everlasting by natalie babbitt

When Y/n was just a young girl, her mother died. She had caught a very bad fever leaving her bedridden and weak. Mrs. L/n hadn't eaten much food or drank much water while she was sick leaving her body dehydrated and hungry. Her sickness often made her dizzy and make her want sleep. She died peacefully in her sleep with her loved ones. Y/n was five at the time and hardly remembers her mother. There were few thing's she did remember though. Her voice was the one thing she remembered most though and often times tried to replicate it using her own voice. Mrs. L/n liked singing lullaby's to her daughter. Sometimes when the other villagers children wouldn't fall asleep, she would stop by and sing them to sleep. 

It had been nine years since Mrs. L/n passed away. Y/n was fourteen years old. She liked long walks in the woods by the stream. She liked singing and the birds would sing with her. She also liked when she could hear her own voice singing back to her. It sounded deeper, more like her mothers voice. It made her feel closer to her mother, like she was always there for her. 

One evening after a particularly long and damp day at the school house, Y/n decided to drop her backpack off in her gated front yard and skip down to the river. Her father, Mr. L/n knew of Y/n whereabout after school and actually liked when she went off. It left her to her own imaginations and understanding of how the world went. 

After his wife died, Y/n started having troubles in her beliefs. She often (as a young five year old child) questioned her father. 

"Why do people die daddy?" Y/n asked quietly. She was almost six, playing with her dolls on the floor by the fireplace. The first Christmas without Y/n's mother was soon approaching and Mr. L/n had no idea how they'd survive the cold season without his wife's warmth radiating the house. Mr. L/n didn't really understand how or why people died either, often looking to religion to get a grip on his feelings. Losing his wife, he too felt like thing's weren't as certain as church made it to be. "I think people die because we're special." Mr. L/n said, pulling his daughter onto his lap. "What?" the young girl asked questioningly. "We are special because we're only here for a certain amount of time." Mr. L/n tried to explain his thoughts in a way for his five year old to understand. She didn't really, and she wouldn't for many years to come. 

"And we're only here for a certain amount of time so we can truly appreciate everything the world has to offer us." Y/n squinted her eyes, staring into her father's deeply saddened and dark ones. "What?" she asked again making her father laugh and readjust them. "You know how when mommy, you and I all went to visit grandma and grandpa in their cottage?" Y/n nodded, remember the warm smile her grandma gave her when the door was opened. The fresh bread and butter spread that made her heart flutter in warmth. "When we leave, we miss them. But we appreciate them being born, we appreciate getting to spend time with them."

"So we just love them more when they're gone?" Y/n asked, checking for understanding. Mr. L/n nodded. "Yeah, I think that sums it up. We need love to survive, humans are very loving creatures."

"I love mommy." Mr. L/n smiles, remembering his wife was bittersweet. "I bet you love her even more now that she's gone huh?" Y/n nodded timidly, feeling bad she hadn't loved her mother enough. She should have kissed her cheek more, drawn her more pictures, read stories and sang with her more. "I do too kid, it's okay."

Y/n walked along the wooded creek. It looked extra pretty this evening. Another cold season without her mama was coming, and her father was always away seeing other woman. He didn't date another lady for at least six years. But then he was at a drive-in movie theater with his daughter, and hit it off. Y/n's dad described it as them being 'meant to be'. Which made her think about her mama again, and need some time away from her father. Mr. L/n let her, understanding she needed to do her own thing for some time until she was ready to accept the woman named Aubrey into her life.