Leaving Stones Part 1

Leaving Stones: Chapter 14

Like the bad days, the good days never last. There is never a consistent occurrence in a week, imagine that in a year. The thing is I tried but it seemed that I have failed my parents again. I couldn’t save Ian. A month spending in the hospital had made me realised how miserable I am and how hateful my parents are towards me. Unfortunately for little Ian, he lost his battle to fight, to wake up after a coma, he lost his hope to see the world again. 3 days later, he was cremated.

   I spent most of my time with Dean more than I ever had and he is such a great man. Like fireworks, they are only displayed by night, when crickets start to chirp and you hear children running around the neighbourhood, deep down I know what I'm feeling. I love Dean more than I love pizza, more than I love to remember my past. Loving him feels like writing, you let it free, it slips by through your fingers, out to the world and you know they will always come back, only to spread messages to people and change their lives. He was there for me at my best, now he's here for me at my worst, when I was about to give up on my life, he showed me not to, that there is still good in this world. My thoughts start to wonder about Dean and how I love being in his warm hugs and his favorite coat. "Beverly!" mom barked from the stairs, snapping me back to reality. I was just about to walk towards the door when she turned my door knob. "We are going to throw Ian's dust at my hometown tomorrow, so pack your bags because we're heading for Uncle Joe's." she informed, walking away. I picked up my phone and dialed the first number on my contact list. I put it on speaker while I grabbed my duffle bag and shove anything necessary in it. "Hey there." Dean answered."Hey, I got some news." I informed, out of breath, probably tired of shoving all my clothes in my duffle bag. "Whatdup?" he asked. "They going to throw Ian's dust at my Uncle Joe's and its far away so I need to get on a plane at 7" I sigh, waiting for his answer.
  "Ok, hold on, firstly, who's Uncle Joe?"
  "Well, I don’t know... my uncle I guess, I never even went to my mom's hometown."
  "Wait, you need to get on a plane, so that sounded far."
  "Yeaah...”
  “You’re leaving at 7 and Im not going to see you in 3 more days?"
  "Yea, I guess...wanna come?"
  "Really?"
  "Well, I don’t know... I guess I'll be missing you while im away."
  "I need to hang up real quick, Bev. I'll call you later."
"Yeah, sure." my voice fades away as soon as he hangs up. "I'll miss you too, Bev. I love you." I whispered on the end line.

  "Hey, baby girl, im coming with you guys."
  "Baby gi-, wait what do you mean you're coming with us? To Uncle Joe, you mean?"
  "Yes, meet you at 6."