As my feet stepped out of the hospital, I told myself that I should make my day off the most of it. I breathed in the fresh air and I grab my bike at the parking lot, I decided to go and visit the person who I missed the most, my mom. I haven't been to her grave since I left Miami. It's been twelve years and I have a lot of things to tell her and to ask her. From the day Hailee and I flew to Boston and up to until now. How I wished that my mom is still here. I miss her, a lot.
I place down the tulips next to her grave, and I bought these flowers for her on my way here. "Hi mom," I greeted her and crouch down. "I'm back, I'm here. Do you miss me? Well, I know you do, don't lie." I chuckled and talk to her grave like she's still alive and she's sitting across of me. "I bet you're proud of your daughter now." I smirked and sighed. "You know, Hailee is a lot better now. She will be a senior in the next school year, and guess what? She's also ranked number one in her school. We both know who she got her brain." I run my hand through the name of my mom's on her grave. "Mom, I missed you, Hailee misses you. I know you're watching us from above, just keep guiding us, ma."
I can feel the wind hit my body and a shiver run down to my spine, I can feel my mom's presence with me. "Mom, how's Lauren? Is she doing well? Do you think there's a chance that I'm going to see her again?" I mumbled quietly. I'm hoping to see the girl who I haven't seen for more than a decade.
"It's been twelve years, do you think they finally caught the one who hit you and left you in the road to die? Do you think that they're finally in jail?" I sighed. I'm hoping that detective Hansen got the bastard who hit my mom with their car and that they are finally locked up in jail.
I also wanted to know if the justice for my mom's death will be serve after more than a decade, that's why I came home. I wanted to know who did this to her. Who's the heartless person that left my mom on the road and didn't even look back at her after they hit them.
I talk to my mom about doctor Mike, who helped Hailee and I a lot when we were in Boston. I don't know why he was so keen on helping my sister and I, when we are okay being taken care of our Aunt. I actually don't know what his last name is, I don't think I ever asked him about it. To be honest, I don't know that much about him. He doesn't talk about himself that much. And all I know is that he have a daughter who's a little bit older than me and his wife, he said she died at some car accident, but he didn't tell me that much about his daughter though, I'm curious.
"Mom, I'll be back tomorrow, alright? Before I go to start my work at the hospital." I told her. "I miss you, mom. I love you,"
I grab my bike and I decided to make my way to the observatory and I'm silently hoping that she's there. I'm praying that I'm going to see her there.
But I didn't.
As I enter the observatory, I saw an artificial tree and a huge sign next to it. Wishing Tree: Write your wish and hang it here and it will come true.
"It's not going to hurt if I write, right?" I asked myself and walk towards the wishing tree. I take a pen and a paper and as I finished scribbling down my wish, I hang it up and leave.
I look back at the spot where I first saw Lauren. My memory is still vivid as I can still see an eighteen year old Lauren standing next to the telescopes and looking like she's zoning out. I laughed to myself as remember when I wanted to talk to her so badly and when she was finally making on my way, I instantly backed out and got nervous. I miss my girlfriend, a lot.
Where is she?
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I stop my bike as I reach the pedestrian lane. I hop off of it and waited for the stop light for the pedestrian to turn green and give us a go signal for us to cross the road.
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In Your Eyes ↦ Lauren/You
FanfictionCan first loves reunited and have a second chance of happiness? You fell in love with a blind girl named, Lauren Jauregui. When the two of you were just teenagers, something tragic happened and forced for the two of you to get separated. When the t...
