Scars Left By Memories - Book II

Forgiving The Past

Three Months Later

It was September, nearly three months after Tristan was killed. Martinez was still trying to find out who shot him. Ever since that day, everyone spread out and we couldn't meet up till we had everything under control.

After the past couple of months. Francisco turned twenty-four on August twenty first. We were the only two who celebrated it since the whole estate was separated.

He bought a whole strawberry ice cream cake since I told him it was my favorite ice cream. Even past that was sweet for me. I wanted him to get his own favorite flavor, but he said he did it for me.

A week after what happened. I forgave Francisco. Well, we both forgave each other. My hair started to get longer. Halle and I were separated.

Francisco and I became better friends after the past months. Which was good. They were repairing the house while we were out. Things just have been really odd.

Have been feeling like I am going through my darkest times at the moment. Francisco and I haven't seen Martinez, Tom, Jo, Halle, and everyone else from the estate for three months. Only FaceTime.

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Raindrops hit against my window. My eyes fluttered open. I looked over at the window. My bedroom was darkness, that has been. Every morning I decided not to wake up with light in my room.

Or at least a sign of light in my room. Francisco complained about it at first, but decided to just let me be. I couldn't go a day without thinking about Tristan.

Francisco didn't let me take depression pills since he was worried that I would overdose on them. I'm glad I didn't see Tristan get shot or that would traumatize me forever.

If seeing him on the ground bleeding to death wasn't enough. Getting out of bed, trying to get away from thoughts. My bedroom door opened.

"You do realize isn't nine-thirty?" Francisco ask holding a tray of breakfast, I reached over for my phone.

"I just woke up. I thought it six or something." I answer sitting down on my bed.

"Well, I brought you some breakfast. Since it's part of our schedule." Francisco replies setting it down on the table besides my bed.

"Thank you." I chuckled lightly. He was right, we did have a schedule every morning.

Because I haven't done it in a while. It feels like it's been more than months since I last smiled or had a good laugh. The only person to get laughs out of me was Francisco.

He was the only person who hasn't told me to get over Tristan's death. Maybe he has, but I couldn't tell. Halle told me that Tristan is in a better place, please don't let it affect you your whole life.

That didn't make me feel better in any way. Even when she was trying to help me be positive. I couldn't stop thinking about him. Or what had happened to him.

"Did you maybe want to come grocery shopping with me today?" Francisco ask softly. I haven't been out of the house in a while, maybe I could for a change.

"Yes, that would be great." I answer.

"That sounds good. Just get ready by ten-thirty." Francisco replies. I nodded. He smiled, I see him walk out of my room.

That's when I remembered, we all had to clear out of New Jersey completely. So we headed over to New York. Francisco had another apartment that was much larger than his one in New Jersey.

Once I was finished with breakfast. I took a quick shower, did my hair, brushed my teeth, applied light makeup. Not drastic.

Going through my closet. I grabbed a black adidas sweatshirt and black leggings. I put them on. Along with my black and white Nike shoes.

Grabbing my phone from charger and the tray Francisco used earlier. Walking out of my bedroom. To the stairs and headed down the stairs.

Francisco was down in the kitchen on his phone. He had on a grey sweatshirt with black joggers. He had on his black Nike shoes.

"Are you ready to go?" Francisco ask gently pulling his phone from the charger.

"Yeah." I answer with a frail smile.

He nods putting his phone into his back pocket. He walks over to the living room looking for his wallet, I assume. He find it at the coffee table.

I waited for him to go to the front door before I would walk over to him. It just felt so odd, it's like a puppy standing at the door waiting to go outside.

Francisco opens the front door for me. Stepping out into the hallway. The floor was light brown with designs that were lighter brown. Walls being a caramel colored and ceiling would be white, but due to it being transparent it was yellow.

I follow him to the elevator. The door opens and it revealed the elevator. Which was good size for everyone who stayed in the apartment building. It was glass, so we could see everything.

The door closes. I stood somewhat close to Francisco. I never stood fair away. Just because sometimes the guest at this place could be kinda sketchy.

Luckily we made it down the elevator to the lobby. Just the two of us. Francisco went to the front desk handing the man his car key. They were talking about something. I just couldn't get my mind to care enough about it.

"He's gonna get my car. But we can wait here, unless you want something. Like coffee or something." Francisco offers.

"I think, I am fine. Thanks for the  offer." I reply. He nods. We take a seat on the chairs. I pull out my phone

I almost wanted to cry just looking at my lock screen. It was a picture of Tristan and I at the carnival. The night before he died.

"The car is here." Francisco said. Getting my attention. I got up from the chairs and followed Francisco to the door.

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Sorry for leaving so many after-chapter-messages. It's annoying when I put them. But it's for explaining purposes. Three Months have passed.

Three questions for you and I.

1. Has Francisco changed? Became less of a dick and more caring.
2. Is Sage depressed, broken, lost, or do you think she's being a bit exaggerated about this?
3. Do you think after what happened to Tristan. Will Sage fall in love again?

You can make your predictions. One part that may I have confused you made me you a bit frustrated. If not, you can skip this part.

When Sage said Francisco doesn't let her take the depression pills because she might overdose. Is because he's worried about her, and he doesn't want her to do that, since her depression is bad. It might seem to be bad and keep it away from her, but it's also bad to have it near her.

Basically, Francisco cares a lot about her. Which is why he let her.

Till next chapter, adios!