Dear Stars

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A/N: I realized how cringy and fast paced the last chapter was, and I'm sorry for that, but really I don't give a damn all that much. This chapter is gonna be different since I want to continue on from Monica's POV. So that's what I'm doing. And as I always say: Enjoy! - Someday

When people disappear from your life, it makes everything feel worthless, but also makes everything important to have. Because you can't afford to lose somebody again, even though you know that we're all going to lose somebody we love.

And that's the silly thing; we all hate losing the ones we love, even though we know that we'll see them again when we die. Okay, that sounds pretty morbid, but it is pretty silly. Yet understandable.

But when it comes to people just going away and never coming back into your life... Well, that hurts more than somebody dying, but really it depends on the person's type of hurt they went through.

For example, my perspective on hurt is that somebody going away and never coming back is the worst. But for somebody else, their perspective might be that somebody dying is the worst type of pain. Another might think that loving somebody who you can't love/ they don't love you back is the worst pain of all.

But either way, in whatever ways you think of pain, they all might as well lead up to a person you love. And that's the part that sucks the most, how pain is mostly created when something happens either between you and the person you love, or just that person. It's unfair that you have to suffer with somebody who already suffered or is suffering right now, or it's just you suffering while the other is happy.

But life itself is unfair. And it's filled with pain. And the only way to get rid of the pain is to forgive and move on. As one wise fictional character once said, "The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive." (A/N: Don't kill me for inserting one of the amazing writer's of all time *cough* John Green *cough* please!)

And as much as I love the person who said that, I have a question for them; how do you keep on going when you can't forgive the person who left you broken and alone? How Mr. Miles Halter? (A/N: Okay I really need mental help if I keep on writing John Green quotes/references/related things in this book.)

The harsh look on my dad's face frightened me and I started to question if coming to Vail was a good idea. "It-um..." his stuttering sounded almost as uncomfortable as I felt. "You-um... You look w-well."

I didn't bother to reply to his compliment. I'd only end up crying into his arms if I did anything. "Uh, um.. come in?" The uncomfortableness of the situation was everywhere; in the room, in dad's eyes, his voice. Everywhere.

But we went inside of the petite house anyways.

The inside smelled just like the car did; drugs, alcohol, and cigarettes. But the scent was ten times stronger. I have to admit, ever since I was young, I loved the smell of both smoke and cigarettes. I don't know why I loved the smell. Maybe because my uncle John was a smoker, or that my family would have a reunion and a barbecue every summer. But this stench was way, way, way  too strong for me. I nearly threw up at the sudden explosion of chemically polluted smoky air in this wretched house.

We all sat on the couch, and Aunt Gracie came out of the kitchen a moment later just to sit beside my dad while I sat beside Nathan.

A deafening silence sliced through the air and threatened to slide down my throat and suffocate me, unlike the polluted air of the house.

I let my eyes wander up to Nathan's face, which was still and hard like rock. It seemed that the silence was in his throat as well.

And that's the funny thing about silence; it slides down our throat and takes away our words with the help of it's friends Uncomfortable, Stress, and Anxiety. Even though Anxiety does enough destruction itself, the goddamned 9.9 earthquake it is.

"So.. is there anything that you guys want to say-"

"Why did you leave?" I interrupted Aunt Gracie. She seemed a bit hurt that I did something like that, but I don't fucking care.

Dad's mouth gapped in surprise as he struggled to think of something to say. "I-uh... I-I didn't, uh.." I scoffed at my father's stuttering. I was already sick and tired of this place even though I just got to Vail an hour ago. Sure, I was homesick and really sleepy, true, but my father can't even comprehend the idea that I'm here when it seemed that Aunt Gracie already told him that Nathan and I were waiting in their driveway? Like, really?

"Look, Mr. Morelin," Nathan cut in. "Monica's missed you for a long time. Even when you would just go off to work, she would miss you. And I'm trying to be civil with you, sir, but why did  you leave when you knew that you had a family to take care of? Why, sir?" I never heard Nathan talk so formal before. Even to my mom and my step-dad, he would act casual and polite. But to my asshole of a father, he starts being formal? Okay, I guess.

"Why did you leave Sam, mom and I? Why?" I repeated  the question with a more gentle tone. But it was still the same harsh question. Tears started to sting the corners of my eyes. Call me Crybaby any day.

"Davey, I think you should answer the question." Aunt Gracie pressed. Glad to know that she's on our side this time.

"I... I wanted to.." Still nothing  good enough coming out of his mouth.

"Dad, please tell me! I need to be able to forgive you!" I squeaked. The tears were rolling down now.

"Please..." I begged one more time.

Then, an answer emerged. "I'm sorry that I hurt you and the rest of the family," he started. "But I had no choice with what I chose. So if you'll excuse me, I'm going out to the balcony to smoke a cigar. Again, I'm sorry. Now you should probably get your sorry ass back up off my sofa and get the hell back to Glenwood Springs. It'd be the best for you."

And he walked out the door. The cowardly bastard actually had the guts to walk away from his only daughter.

I didn't even bother to hold the tears anymore.

And like a broken fountain, I let the tears pour down and started crying like crazy.

I've always wondered what it would've been to see my father again. Now I know that he doesn't give a damn about me.

A/N: Whew! That was tough. And I know that it was rushed, but I think that this is the best chapter so far. Anyways, it's November 13th, 2016 and tomorrow is when the biggest Supermoon of all time will be. So you should probably watch that. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! And also sorry about the other Author Notes scrambled around the chapter. Anyways... PEACE!