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Its all my Fault Part- II

2 years later.....

Hailey's POV

Everything had changed. Everyone had changed. Nothing was same anymore. Even spending quality time with my family felt like.... like a business meeting. No one talked about him again. Mentioning anything about him was like using foul language . It was strictly forbidden. All his photos, clothes, games, anything and everything that could remind us of him was locked up in his room and no one, I repeat no one except my father, knew where the key to the room was. Well according to him, it was best for all of us to forget about him and move on with life.

My mom had suffered the most. She thought no one noticed, actually she hoped no one noticed. But we obviously did. If you looked from others eyes, you would believe that among the three of us she had recovered the most. But from my eyes, you would find her broken. Our family did not stop attending social gatherings or seminars at all, we were as active in the society as we were before this tragedy occurred. My mom still used to dress up, and put her pretend mode on. It was like second nature to all of us. She would always fake a smile. No one noticed, well except me and my father though we never discussed about it. My mom used to occasionally space out in between conversations. Her smile never reached her eyes. The spark of her eyes was gone.

My father started spending more hours working. He had become very distant. He always seemed so lost. Why didn't he understand that shutting out our past wont help us move on. We had to accept what happened, let out our feelings, support each other. Instead of just shutting out our feelings and let them eat us up inside. My fathers eyes showed no emotions. It was like we all were living as robots. No real talk, no feelings, nothing.

Even on birthdays and anniversaries, no one was genuinely excited. It was horrible.

And here I am, 2 years later. Packing my stuff. I am leaving. Don't get me wrong, I am not running away. I am going to university, far away from this place. I was going across continents, I was going to United States of America to learn business, so that I could take over the company after my fathers retirement. I was going to NVB(North View School for Business)[FICTIONAL]. And I am pretty excited and looking forward to it. I had moved on, unlike my parents, when all of Hay.. I mean when all of his stuff was being shifted I had been able to sneak away a small album of his photos. Whenever I looked through them, a small smile used to creep over my face. Yes  I had cried, but I had accepted that fact not just ignore that he once existed, like my parents did.

I was taking one last look through the album before keeping it in my suitcase carefully. These were the photos my mom always used to take whenever he used to annoy or play pranks on me. I remember secretly wanting him to vanish and my mom saying that when we would grow up and look back at these pictures, we would laugh at these memories. But I still hoped that he would disappear, And now that he is gone, I realize how wrong I was. It was all my mistake that he was gone. What if I had been more polite? What if I had hugged him one last time? What if I had bought the clothes of his choice? Would he still be here with us? I just couldn't help but think would I always have to live with this guilt and what ifs for the rest of my life??

[ I know its a very long, and I don't know could you call it sad or maybe depressing, Whatever chapter. But it plays an important role in how things are going to turn out in the rest of the stories.

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