The Bucket List From Above (ON HOLD)

Prologue

I finally decided to start writing again. For some reason I stopped writing on my previous ones, and I'm not sure if I'll pick up because this story will be my one priority at the moment. 

I really hope you'll enjoy this story, though. I will do my absolute best to make it as good as possible.

Thank you if you decided to give it a try. I'm working on the first chapter at the moment. I'm still not quite sure if I'll manage to update regularly since I have a summer job to focus on. :)

Like I said before, I WILL try my hardestm so if you decide to stick around: THANK YOU ♥

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It's been two days since we came back and I'm still worried about something that hasn't happened.

Yet.

Usually when my father announces that we're visiting grandma for a few days I always look forward to it. Not only because she's my grandma and my best friend, but also because it always happens when I don't have school. So you can imagine what went through my mind when I was told we're paying her a two week visit in the middle of September.

Confusion. Anxiety.

And needless to say; I slightly panicked. A simple trip to grandma's for two weeks, out of nowhere and basically in the beginning of my first semester as a junior? I knew she has had some heart failures over the years however, if that had been the case this time, I would've known even though my dad never allowed me to come with him.

''I don't want you to see her in a state like that.''

Typical father move, if you asked me. As much as I appreciate the things my father does for me - if it had anything to do with Grams, nothing could stop me from seeing her or at least check up on her from a distance. This time, though, it was something different.

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''Are you sure you packed everything?'' my grandmother asked me as we were leaving, saying our goodbye's after what seemed like the two longest weeks of my life. 

''Shouldn't I be asking you that, Grams?'' she smiled at me. ''After everything we've talked about,'' I steadied the strap of my bag on top of my shoulder, ''I know this is not something you've written on your bucket list.''

She let out a small chuckle.

''You out of all people would know,'' she smiled proudly, ''After all, I assume you didn't go through it all those times for nothing, right?''

I remember, before we packed the last things and left her house, that she insisted I'd take her, almost 10 year old, bucket list with me back home without giving me a legit reason why. 

Thanks, Grams. It's not like we tell each other everything anyways.

I took her hand and squeezed it gently, ''We'll see each other soon. As soon as I have a day off, I'll come visit. Nothing will change that because of this, right?'' I briefly glanced around the unamiliar surrounding which, much to my dismay, I knew I would have to get used to from now on. 

''I'm going to need you to come visit me here,'' she assured me, ''As soon as you get the chance to.'' She squeezed my hand back and pulled me in for a hug. 

Oh, crap. Here we go again. 

I was gullible to let myself believe I was not going to cry. Once all the emotions hit you without any precaustions - it was hard not to let it all out.

''Why does this goodbye have to be different from all of our others?'' She pulled away and wiped my tears with the sleeve of her cardigan. I straightened myself, realizing that crying wouldn't solve any problems, ''Like you said, we'll see each other soon!''

''I guess you're right, Grams.''

I hugged her one last time before dad came up behind with his oh-so fatherly pat/stroke on my shoulder in comfort. Grandma and I pulled away with a final goodbye.

One I hope she will remember, until next time.