A Suitcase: A PewDiePie and Marzia love story.

Tiny broken heart

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I stand there, scratching my head carelessly. I have never talked about this stuff to Marzia at all.

"I can handle it," assures  Marzia, sensing my discomfort.

I shuffle towards her, and sit on the cold floor.

"She's....no more."

  I look  at Marzia's face, which turns from curious to sullen. She puts her casted arm on me and looks at me for any reaction.

"So you see, my grandfather was not into very good habits...he  did stuff that people don't like people doing because.....he   used to smoke. A lot."

I hear a gasp from Marzia. She looks at me wordlessly, prompting me to continue.

"Sometimes, he used to do it inside the house, and the same house that smells of roses and apple cider...

smelled of death.

And we still don't know what troubled him to smoke so much, and my grandmother was a second hander. She would stay cooped up in that little kitchen, amidst all the smoke and make a meal for two, every single day.

One day, she started coughing blood. Grandfather rushed her to the hospital, reeking of smoke. The nurses knew what was up and gave him a dirty look as they took her in.

Something happened Marzia, something happened and she got a massive attack and

she just left us."

" I was in middle school at the time, studying economics, while the receptionist ushered me in solemnly. I stood by the principal's office thinking I got in trouble for stealing someone's underwear again. The door opened with a long drawn,annoying creaking sound. The principal sat on her desk, back hunched. She was talking on the phone and she passed it on to me.

That was when my whole world fell apart.

It was only last week that I was sitting on her lap, listening to her melodious voice, singing songs of the midsummer. I was not ready to let go of her timeless looks, her thick, braided platinum hair, her piercing blue eyes, her welcoming arms and her dazzling, polite smile.

I wasn't ready to let her go.

I heard my mother, sobbing on the other end of the line, while I listened to the whole thing wordlessly. I dropped the phone and quietly walked away, not paying heed to the principal's beckons. I sat next to my best friend, Joel and he was the first one to get me to open up. The next moment, I was crying on his shoulder and he was patting my back, telling me it will all be okay. I didn't want to go home that day. I didn't want to see my grandmother in a coffin. But I had to, right? I was a little boy, with a heart so broken beyond repair, that I thought I would never be myself again."

I grab my head in my hands and breathe heavily. A fuzzy object seats itself on my lap and starts licking my face. I cuddle Maya and kiss her soft fur. I smile at a tearful Marzia, who's taken to biting her nails.

"From that moment onward, he decided to turn his life around. He faced withdrawal symptoms as he quit smoking. He faced them bravely and vowed that he won't ever cause any more havoc in the family. Now he makes use of his time by making amazing dishes and the lovely apple cider that we just drank. That's why I'm so inspired by him. He found it in himself to change his life and turn it around for not only his good, but for the others." Marzia smiles back weakly, as she holds my hand and rubs small circles in my palm.

"I thought I would never be myself again, and I never was for a very long time." I observe.

"What made you change?"

"You."

[A/N: Awwww okay so thank you for 2.73 K ily so much ugh you guys are so sweet.
Here, Joel is RoomieOfficial. He's an amazing singer and I'm a big fan. So hope this counts as a shoutout lol okay its late byeee]