Flawed Love {Newt fanfiction}

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Dad likes to watch out the window. He likes to see what's outside,what's happening in the world. He watches the stars at night and the clouds in the daytime. Whilst I watched him hooked up to a machine. He has a patience I've never seen in someone who knows they're dying. He never cries,at least not in front of me anyway. I just force a smile-because I'm so unsure of what to say when he's the one dying and I'm the one with the life to live,except for the fact that I don't want to live it if he's not by my side.

"Dad likes the red flowers," I tell my mother as she holds them tight in her shaky hands. Dressed in black to match the correct funeral attire. We all were. As we scatter the flowers before his grave and people leave one by one. But I stay. The world doesn't move a second whilst I stand there. I force a smile because I knew he was still looking out from me. "I'm still here." I tell him "I'm here for you. I'm here because you told me to live. Live for what makes me happy. Live to find the perfect person and let them fall in love with you." I scoff at the thought "Come on,dad. Someone fall in love with me? Let me tell you something-there aren't enough miracles to go around."

I fill up another glass of Beer as I hand it to the man sitting before me at the bar. I smile slightly and go back to cleaning as I hear someone ask for a drink.
I turn around to see a girl-one you'd imagine to be too beautiful for this cruel world. Her hair short at her shoulders and her eyes a beautiful hazel brown. Her skin pale like winter snow and lips perfectly pink.

"Can I help you?" I ask.

"Red wine." She says "Can you hurry?"

"I need ID."

She scoffs and turns to me "Honestly?"

"Yes."

"Maybe I don't have any."

"Then I can't serve you. I ain't getting fired over some girl I don't know."

"Some girl?! Fine. If I tell you my name,will you get me the drink?"

I smile slightly "Maybe."

"Theresa. Theresa Hale. Now,can I have a drink?" She rests her petite hand on her chin.

"You can have a Coke," I laugh and hand her a Can "That'll be one pound please."

She smiles and hands me the coin as she checks her phone "I'm just waiting for some friends. They'll be here soon." She tells me.

I nod slowly. "I haven't seen you here before."

"I'm new. New school,new everything I guess. But when I get here,I'll look weird talking to a barman so I should stop talking to you."

I shake my head "You honestly care so much what others think of you?"

"You don't?"

"Only if they mean something to me. You shouldn't care. Honestly,they're not worth it."

"Well,thanks," she sighs slightly and looks down "But you don't know them."

"I probably do-popular crowd. Only accept people they see as 'cool' or 'pretty' enough to join. I know these types of people."

She rolls her eyes "Don't act like you know anything about me. Look,thanks for the drink and all." She takes it as people walk in-exactly like I imagined. I shake my head and look down as I get back to cleaning. Trying anything to distract myself from dad. I thought about him an awful lot. It didn't help that I couldn't ever talk about it with mum who was still grieving. She'd tell me she was coping which was the biggest lie she's ever told. Me and her would never get over this. No pretty girl would help me. I couldn't think about Theresa. That was it. I'd never see her again,sadly.