Yasmine's P.O.V
"I still can't believe my little girl is moving," my father cries. "Dad, it's not that far away," I tell him. "But it's.. London, London is big," tears streams down his face. My father is quite the softie, but I love him. I pull him in for another hug.
He holds me tightly into his chest. "My little girl, you will always be my little girl." That sentence makes me vulnerable. Tears gathers in my eyes and slowly drops down my cheeks. "I promise I'll come visit often," I say into his chest. The familiar smell of my dad makes me feel safe and home.
"You have to, I'm not a teenager anymore you know," he chuckles. The taxi driver calls out the window, us getting late or something. I understand him though, the taxi has been waiting for me for a while now.
"Dad, I have to go," I say. He lets go off me. I kiss him on his cheek. "Me and you against the world," I smile. "I love you dad." The way my dad looks at me makes me want to crawl into his arms again and pretend that I'm ten years old again. "I love you too. Your mom would've been so proud of you."
I wave one last time at him when I've fastened my seatbelt. I mouth 'I love you' and blows him a kiss. The taxi driver finally drives and I can't help but being excited and nervous at the same time. London, you better make me happy.
I don't think it sinks in, I mean - the fact that I'm not going to live in Manchester any longer. Maybe I move back there when I'm older, who knows? It's just so weird. All my good memories are from our house. I realise I'm really going to miss this place.
I pull out my phone. I lock my eyes at my homescreen. It's a picture of me, mum and dad. I still remember that day. It was my mum's birthday. The year before she got sick. We were out eating, having a blast as a family. I remember we gave her a necklace and she told me "I will keep this with me, wherever I go. It will keep me safe." She did. She kept her promise, and I adore her for that. But it never kept her safe.
"We're here," the taxi driver tells me. "That's 50£," he says and brings one hand toward me. The strong colour from my wallet lights up when I pull it out. I grab the fifty pounds and hands them to him after. "Thanks," he says.
When I'm at the train I can't help myself but think of what I'm going to do with my appartment. Sure it's small, but I can't wait to finally decorate my own appartment. That's been a dream for a very long time. I just really hope I like it there, but I think I will.
After the long train trip and more taxi driving I'm finally standing in front of my appartment. The appartment is white with big windows, it's very modern. I find the key in my purse. Mixed feelings of stress, nervousity, happiness and anxiousity wirvles inside of me.
The door opens and I smile. The hallway is empty with pure light green walls. There are just some pegs to hang up jackets and so and a small window. My furniture's doesn't arrive until three hours so I think I might should go grocery shopping. And I need a refrigerator.
The livingroom is very small, but very cosy. There's a beige colour on the wall and the floor has a bright grey colour mixed with white. There's not much in here either, except from three big windows. I walk into the kitchen wich is extremely small, but it's perfect for me. There's only a refrigerator in here, but that's because I buyed the refrigerator from the earlier owner of this appartment.
The bedroom has nothing in it, nothing. Not even a wardrobe closet or anything. I'm so happy I've saved money for a long, long time so I can buy the things I want. After I've going through the bathroom as well there is nothing more to see. Happiness is flowing in circles in ever corner of my body. It feels like my soul is sparkling. This is what I needed. It really is.
