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🌹🍁Stone Cold🍁🌹

January 4th, 2006

"Do you see it honey?"

"No mother, I don't."

"The brightest star in the sky, you can't miss it."

"Oh, I see it."

"I want you to remember me every time you see that star."

"Mother, why do I have to go?"

"Your father made sure that you were in his custody until I'm better."

"I'm scared mom."

"I know honey, I know. So am I. I want you to take my necklace."

"But I don't want a necklace mother, I want you!"

"I'll always be here for you, no matter what. All you have to do is wear this necklace."

"But mama.."

"Honey, we're too poor to get food and I'm getting sicker by the day. Your father has more money out in London as a tailor."

"Can't you just come with me up there? Father doesn't like me."

"Nonsense, your father loves you."

"And doesn't he love you? I can't live without you with me."

"Honey...this is hard enough as it is, I can't risk giving your father this disease, whatever it is. Please take this necklace in knowing that I will be with you, no matter what."

"Okay. I'll wear it."

"Good boy. I love you Sebastián."

"I love you too mother."

August 20th, 2018
12 years later

The morning sun, how revolting. Shines inside the room making a orange glow over the floor. One side of the room was completely windows, just one giant wall with windows looking outside. Thankfully no one can look inside.

I heard a knock at the door as with my name following, I know that voice all to well, it was my steward.

"Come in." I said sitting up with the blanket covering my bare chest.

As the door slowly opened, a middle aged woman walked in with a tray of food and a glass of juice.

"Here you go sir." She said setting the plate on my desk. I rubbed my eyes to wipe away the morning dew in my eyes. "Come on, you know I feel like I'm using you when you call me sir." I explained.

She wiped her hands on her apron, "My apologies Sebastián. I didn't mean to offend." "It's okay Donna. What do we have for breakfast today?" I asked.

She lifted up the shiny lid that was covering up the platter. "Today, we have toasted bread fresh from the bakery, eggs done over easy and fresh bacon." I took a deep breath, it smelt so good.

I felt spoid now because I use to live on a farm with my mother, now I live in London with my rich father. I'm not spoiled thankfully, however my father pushes my steward around if she doesn't do something right.