crystal clear

Chapter thirteen

Crystals POV

I woke up in lucien's bed, I was laid on his chest. He was still asleep. I got out of his bed and walked back to my room.

I hate today. Today is the ten year anniversary of my fathers death. It was a decade ago but it still hurts. I loved my father. He understood me.

One night he was driving. He was on his way back with food for me and my mother. We were all going to eat food and watch movies all night. Me and my mam set up a big fort with blankets and pillows. We choose some DVDs.

We were waiting a long time for my dad to return. Then there was a phone call, telling us there was a car crash. My dad died at the scene.

We never got the movie night. Instead my mam had to explain to me why my dad wasn't coming home. You would of thought the death of my father would of brought me and my mam closer. It didn't it drove us apart.

Ever since my dads death, I've changed. I use to be a sweet shy innocent girl. But I changed into a spoilt manipulative brat.

I brush away the stray tears from my face and climbed into my own bed. I use to spend this day watching movies. But I can't here. So I'll sit here for awhile and I'll go get some books later on.

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There was a knock at the door. I wipe my face and put a smile on my face. I opened the door and Lucien walked in.

"You weren't there when I woke up this morning." Lucien said then he looked at me.

"What?" I asked. Could he tell I was crying?

"What's wrong, crystal?" He asked softly.
"Nothing why?"
"You're crying, why?" He asked. I might as well tell him.

"My dad died ten years ago today." I told him looking down. I was shocked when Lucien walked over and hugged me.

I broke at the comfort. I clung onto him and cried into his shoulder. Despite my current state this was nice. Having someone there.

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Me and Lucien sit in my room with blankets and chocolate.

I tell him the story about my dad.

"He seemed like a great man." Lucien said.
"He was." I confirm smiling a little.

"My mother died during birth." Lucien said avoiding eye contact. "I used to blame myself until my father told me that she would hate for me to blame it. My father told me about her. He said she was a beautiful, loving woman. She was human. Before I was born she made me clothes, a room everything. I would of loved to meet her." He said and smiled.

"So would I." I say to him.

I leaned in and kissed Lucien. He kissed me back.