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a short story
Like every high school student would dream of, Everly Clark and Ricardo Hans had the love of a lifetime. Perfect from each angle, they loved a love that sparked others. Like every family, Everly's had their fair share of...
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Ricardo Hans
WATCHING FROM the fiftieth floor of my building, I saw the rainy but busy streets. Water droplets slid down the massive window, making soft sounds when they hit the surface.
Drip, drop. Drip, drop.
It's hard to believe that it has been nine years since she disappeared. She just left, one second she was next to me making promises; the next she just left me there to drown.
I still remembered the way your eyebrows scrunched together, forming an adorable wrinkle right above them. The way your laughs sounded like music to my ears.
I had given you everything I had to offer. I made sure there was not a single day in your life where you weren't smiling. Then you just left, no explanation or anything. I can still remember the day when I woke up in a great mood, remembering our late night conversations. Next thing I know, we are bankrupt because of my girlfriend and my family and I are living out on the streets.
It was humiliating. Holding so much power and dignity one second and then losing everything and searching for scraps on the streets. Trust was everything to the Hans family, it was very rare when we all trusted somebody and we would never expect them to break our trust.
We trusted her. I trusted her. Imagine our surprise when waking up to see that she was nothing other than a manipulative, selfish, gold-digging, brat.
It hurt. It hurt so much, just thinking of her. Thinking of my past.
"Ricardo, wake up!" Father yelled, looking frantic. I blinked a couple of times, looking around the room confused.
I was instantly awake as soon as I saw my mom crying and holding Veronica to her chest. I sprung out of bed, "What the hell is wrong?"
Everyone stared at me with heartbroken eyes, their silence making my imagination go crazy.
"R-Ricky," Father started, "We have gone bankrupt, someone has stolen the file and now all of our money, information, documents and so much more is gone."
I tried to say something, but I was in shock.
"We know who stole the document," Father continued. He looked at the ground in disappointment, running his hands through his hair.
"P-Phillipe right? He has always been jealous of our company," I asked nervously.
"He wasn't the one to steal it, Ricky," Mother finally spoke up, her cheeks were tear stained.
