Emerald

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Emerald's POV

I silently ate at the dining table across from my Grandfather. All you could hear was clanking from the forks hitting the plate, but other than that, you could hear a pin drop.

Completely quiet. No one said a word.

Until my dad said, "so... how's the business."

"Good."

"More wine, George?"

"Yes please." He held out his cup for my mom to fill up.

I ate faster to get this over with.

"What did you do this afternoon, Emily?"

I looked up from my plate looking confused. "My name is Emerald. And I only went in town."

It was still silent.

My mom slammed down her fork beside her plate. "This is fucking crazy. You're his father! He's your son! Why can't you just be fatherly. Your son needed you!"

"Babe, please." My dad shook his head, no.

"No! I'm not taking this!" My mom stood up.

I stared at her shocked. Holy crap.

"This is some bull crap. You come over for the weekend and I saw this as a great opportunity for a father to finally see his son as a man. A family reunion."

George only stared at her with no expression on his face.

My mom shuts up and sits back down and coughed. "Your son needed you."

I looked down at my plate unsure of what to do.

It was silent. No sound at all. And that's when I heard it.

Someone was crying.

I look up only to see my Grandfather wiping his nose.

"I- I... she's right."

My dad stares at him in shock and almost seems as if he would tear up. "You- you've never cared for me." He stood up and left the room, leaving me, my mom, and grandfather, silently listening to sobs.

My grandfather cries harder at that.

I gulp down the lump that was in my throat. I reached out my hand and placed it on top of his.

"It- it's not too late, you know?" My voice was shaky and quiet. "You're still his father. You can still.. love him." My eyes were starting to burn. I was NOT going to cry.

But soon...

It was later in my room, where I cried myself to sleep. Where I thought of a heartbroken father. And a heartbroken son.

~*~

"I need you to listen to me. Please. I hate us acting like this."

I took a deep breath and sat on the couch waiting for Kyle to start speaking.

"I just... I want to start all over again. When Nalia kissed me, it was... surprising. And not in a good way. I want us all to be friends again. I've been gone for a long time and I hate to come back like this. I haven't been myself. And I hate to keep seeing myself as a disappointment to you, Emerald."

"Kyle.. I think I should be the one apologizing. I- I got mad at you and- and Nalia for no reason. You guys kissing shouldn't have affected me like that. I should've been happy for you two. And it hurts me, as well."

"Soo... can we start over?" He raised his eyebrow and grinned at me while waiting for a response.

I took another deep breath. "Fine." I said.

He held out his hand to me. I stared down at it confused.

"What."

"Shake it. I have to greet you, right?"

"Ah, true." I smiled and shook his hand.

"Is the piercing real?" He inched closer to me and stared down at the fake piercing I usually wear. His eyes gazed to me lips now.

"No." I said smiling. He was still getting closer. Him being close to me bought me comfort and warmth. I was shaking from nervousness. Was he going to kiss me?

"The kiss with Nalia was fake. This one is real." He bought his lips to mine.

I immediately responded. My heart was beating loud and fast.

We departed and took deep breaths.

"I don't think I kiss people I just met." I joked and smiled.

We sat there on the couch, holding hands and just enjoying each other's company.

~*~

I stared blankly at the luggage my grandfather was pulling towards our front door.

Only my mom and I went down to say bye.

He opened the door and took a deep breath. He turned to face me.

"Please... tell William... I'm sorry for being a... terrible father." He coughed into his hands.

I exhalad out my nose and closed my eyes. I nodded.

And he left.

I stood there stiffly and stared out the door.

I could've gone out to stop him to fix everything. But I didn't. I just stood there. I jumped a bit once I felt a hand gently go on my shoulder. I glanced to my dad who stared blankly out to the street.

"He said sorry." I coughed and headed upstairs.

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