elysian - hariana

1.5 - past

           

Recap:

"I'm sorry Harold. I don't kiss on first dates."

ariana

"How was your night with Horton?"

Bee asks almost immediately after I had walked in our shared apartment.

"It was okay."

I smiled at her before I had picked up our dog, cuddling him in my arms as I walk around the space.

"And you're acting all cheerful and happy because your date was 'okay'?"

"I'm so not acting all 'cheerful and happy'." I mocked her, setting our dog down.

"Lying is bad for the business."

"Oh shut up."

"Come on, spill the details. I need to know who my babe's going to marry in the near future."

"No one is marrying anyone!"

Bee had continued to try and pry off the information off of me until finally, I had decided to spill everything. I had told her how sweet he was, and how cute he was whenever he would get nervous around me.

"Oh my gosh, why didn't you let him kiss you?" Bee pushes me playfully, hugging her pillow as she listened to me intently.

"I'm not sure with my feelings yet."

"Hmm, sure Ms. I'm not sure with my feelings yet. I totally believe in that statement after hearing how happy you sounded talking about him. Yep, definitely."

"Shut up!" I threw a pillow at her, laying down as I pulled the covers up to my chin.

And with that, both of us had drifted into a deep slumber (after Bee had finished interrogating, of course).

I was awoken by a terrible dream. One of my past.

Now that I think about it, I think I'll be able to tell you the exact moment I had lost a great amount of my happiness.

It had been 4 years since it happened, the last day of October, when the streets of our place were thick with Halloween decorations, and the air filled with bliss as tiny children ran around houses, yelling 'trick or treat'.

It wasn't exactly a great time for me. My grandfather passed a month ago after battling an illness for so long, and I just wasn't myself after that. He had meant so much to me, he still does. He always seemed to know what to say to me when I was feeling down. I wasn't exactly as close to my father as I was to him. You could say, it was a time when I wasn't exactly at my best.

My mother would do every little chore around the house most days to avoid thinking about my grandpa, her back would hurt from the amount of work she'd do just to try and suppress her tears. My dad would disappear for work, coming home very late, not a single emotion on his face while everyone else in my family would just run off doing things that didn't even matter.

I guess that's why I was quite attached when Harry's dad was in an accident. I didn't want him to feel the great amount of pain I felt when my grandpa passed. I didn't want him to feel the grief, the hurt. It was like you had just existed. You would come home to a house that was still a bricked place, but it no longer felt like home.