With Love, Silvia. [✔️]

Chapter 23 With Love

   I sit cross legged on the floor of Iris's room sipping tea and my journal lying open. After many tears I had choked out the phrase,

 I'm leaving

   And I'm pretty sure she knew what I meant.

  I really didn't want to leave the place I've grown to love so much. What would I do without seeing Emma's sweet face every morning? Or tasting Erica's immaculate cooking ever again? It made me to sad to think about letting it all go.

 When I felt like this, I normally would write it all out. Today, I can't. Every time I put my pen to the paper it seems like I can't make the words come out. I did this six or seven times, putting the pen to the cream lined paper, and drawing it back sighing to myself. Iris eyed me suspiciously.

 "Silvia? Are you ok?" She asked putting down the cup of tea she had been drinking.

 "I'm fine. It's just I can't seem to relieve my pain like I normally can. The words won't come out." I say as I lift my pen again.

  "I feel ya, sister." Iris said nodding her head.

  We sat in silence. Her staring down at her black leggings and I holding my pen to the paper.

  "Hey, did you ever come up with a catchphrase?" Iris said abruptly.

  Catchphrase? Oh! The catchphrase! How I strangely met Iris when she was snooping at my entry.

 "No. I haven't." I said tapping my chin.

"Well you need one." Iris said adjusting herself so that she was laying on her stomach.

 "Let's just try and get an entry in first." I say with a giggle.

 I sat and thought for a while and came up with a little poem.

Slow rain comes before a hurricane.

You can laugh before you feel the pain.

Good things come once in a while,

But who knew that they could only last for a while?

Flowers bloom before they wilt.

You feel pride before your guilt.

Good things come once in a while,

But who knew that they could only last for a while?

 I felt good about my work. I think it described my situation perfectly. Dad coming home really is a good thing, but now I have to leave the place I love and that great thing doesn't feel to happy anymore.

  Iris looks over my shoulder as I make the last pen stroke and reads it over.

 "Wow. That hit me right here." She said jabbing her chest.

 I smile. I was glad she could relate.

 "Ok so now for your signature phrase!" She said excitedly.

 We think for a long time shooting down some ones that were too strange or boring. After crossing out a list of over 35 phrases we chose,

  With Love. 

 I liked it. Nice and sweet. It was a great way to end off my entries.

 I sighed and hugged my knees to my chest. I really didn't want to leave this place.

 Iris patted me on the back and we sat next to each other, in a peaceful silence.

 My phone began to ring  the contact was Erica. I groaned and flipped it open to answer her call.

 "Hello?" I asked annoyed.

 "Silvia. Grace. Track. Get your butt in this house at this moment." She said coldly.

 I snapped my phone shut and hopped up.

 "I gotta go. Erica doesn't seem very happy." I  say as I grab my purse and walk out the door.

 "Wait!" Iris says grabbing my shoulder.

 "Please tell me this isn't the last time I'll see you!" She said as tears sprung in her eyes.

 I embrace her for a moment and break away.

 "I'll... See you around I guess..." I said suffocating from the lump in my throat.

 I ran downstairs and herd her sobs echo through the house. I pushed myself forward feeling hysteria come over me. It took everything I had to walk home without collapsing. I threw open the door and went out into the snowy storm. I ran down the porch steps to be greeted by Wes.

 I ran past him bumping his shoulder in the process. I didn't have the heart to tell him I was leaving.

 As soon as I walked through the front door of my house, the entire family was in the entry room. Even Rodger who was in a wheelchair and could barely open his eyes. He had tubes taped to his face and an oxygen tank next to him. I expected to see Erica angry, but instead she had a pained face. Like she was trying hard not to burst into tears.

 Emma however, already had. Here eyes were wet and she sniffled constantly. Owen and Emily weren't crying, but I think they knew what was about to happen. My father sat with a sad expression as well. Why was he sad? He finally got to have me.

 I stood and stared at them all.

 "Well?" I snap feeling anger.

 Everyone stayed silent.

 "Seriously! Say something!" I shout.

 Dad clears his throat.

 "You'd better pack your things...." He said quietly.

 "Unbelievable!" I scream and stomp upstairs.

 I shove all of my clothes into my suitcase and slam myself onto my bed. I punch my pillow over and over.

 This cannot be happening.

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A/n: Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait. I'm having serious writer's block on this so sorry it was so short! I have to admit that it was really hard to come up with that poem Silvia wrote in her journal! But anyway, stay tuned for another chapter and hopefully it'll be posted soon!