If life were a fairytale (one more chance SEQUEL)

Chapter 10

6 months after the accident

I believed people have a purpose in the world, and that when that living being completes that purpose, God, or whatever is out there, lets it die.

I was at a beach 20 minutes from our place. Everyone was studying for finals, so I was practically the only person there except for some couples and three 16-year-old girls laughing loudly. The warm wind blew my brunette hair, while my toes went deeper into the cold sand. I was wearing a green tank top, jean shorts and a blue swimwear. Walking into the water I take a deep breath and close my eyes listening to the waves crushing to the sand. I go deeper into the water not caring about wetting my clothes or opening my eyes. I dove into the sea and stopped hearing what the happy people there were saying or laughing about and just concentrated on my heartbeat, slowly raising. I wanted to be under the water forever. Never again feel guilty or responsible for anything or anyone. For the first time, I felt jealous of him. He didn't have to worry about anyone while he thought what makes life it's worth living. The bubbles going out my mouth and nose brushed my forehead in their way to the surface.

A picture of Sarah, Rachel, Peyton, Bailey, Stella, Serena, my dad, Laura, Riley, and Charlie rushed through my head. The people that make your day are the ones you should live for. Those smiles to laughs with, those shoulders to cry on, those voices to listen every day. I suddenly opened my eyes under water and pushed myself onto the surface, taking as much air as my lungs could hold. I knew what I had to do to wake him up. But when I turned around to the beach, I saw a blonde girl with a baby in her arms. As I walked out of the water, Angel recognized me and covered her mouth with her free hand, holding tears back. We didn't say a word, just walked to the diner in front of the beach and sat in a table.

"I talked to his mom. She gave me her phone, just so I felt I wasn't doing this completely alone."

"Wait. Annabeth knew?"

"Yeah, he told her about a week before the accident. She sounds so lonely, with no husband, it must be hard for her. I just... I wish there was something I could do." She said as she changed the baby's position who had been squirming in his mother's arms.

A bitter taste reached my mouth, but I swallowed it as I cleared my throat. "What's this little guy's name?"

"This is Theo Smith Jones." She said melancholically.

I smiled sadly. "It's nice you made him keep his last name."

"Well, meets him or not, I think he should know who his father was." She said. As I swallowed a lump in my throat, she added, "sorry I'm speaking in the past, but it's been more than 6 months, and I'm trying to move on. And so should you. But keeping your old habits of going there every two weeks to see him, it's hurting you."

"I'm fine." I whispered looking down. We didn't say a word for a few minutes. The waiter came and took our order.

After a few minutes she continued. "You seemed like a very happy person the first time I met you. You had this glow in your eyes, which I only notice in kids, you know? But when I see someone who's old or who suffered at some point in their life, their eyes are dull. Like someone ripped out the good they saw in the world from them. Now, when I see you, your eyes have lost that glow."

"I'm..." I looked up to notice she was tired. Not a cranky kind of tired, but the one that makes you slow down and want to just stay in one place for ever. I cleared my throat. "I'm not as happy with life as I once was, I don't think I ever will, but I know that I still got good people surrounding me, and I care about them, and I'm happy around them. So I think I'll just stick with that." I said getting up and pulling my bag over my shoulder. "Bye Angel. Bye, Theo. Take care."

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When I got home, the coffee smell hit my nose the second I walked through the door.

"Holly crap girls! You don't even like coffee!" I screamed as I walked to the kitchen. Stella was hyperventilating, and Serena was pacing-more like skipping- back and forth.

"It's finals Parker, FINALS!!" Serena shouted while shaking me.

"Whoa, when was the last time you brushed your teeth?" I asked.

"There's no time for teeth! Only time for coffee! More coffee!"

"I have to pass. I'm not going to pass. What if I don't pass? Books, I need to memorise the books." Stella said super-agitated staring down at an economics book.

"Okay girls, you need to relax. I'll just take the coffee machine to my room. You're becoming more addicted to it than me." I remarked calmly un-plugging the coffee maker.

"How can you make such accusation?!" Serena asked shocked. "You may pass tests just by revising the night before, but it's really hard on average memory people." She reproached.

I sighed. "You're obsessed." I looked around the room to notice there were 4 empty pizza boxes. "I was at Charlie's place for 2 days and all you've eaten is delivery pizza! That's it, today, I'll make you real food, and no more coffee for 24 hours!" They both shrieked. "1 Whole day without caffeine, delivery pizza, and books. Now go clean up, because you both stink."

"FINE." They pouted.

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