Lucky Blue Smith as Rafael
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Cymbeline's POV:
Was there even a point in trying? My boyfriend was gone, my best friend was soon to be gone, my job was dead.
After Andy had fired me, I drove straight to my parent's place. It took almost 2 hours, but I was finally here.
When they opened the door, I immediately cried into their hug. I ranted and screamed and sobbed and threw pillows against the wall as though they would do any damage at all.
They remained silent. They let me go through what I needed to.
After I was out of tears and energy, I cuddled up with a blanket on the couch. My dad had an arm over my shoulder and rubbed my arm comfortingly.
"It's okay, Cym. There's only up from here," he whispered and pointed to the sky. Or ceiling, I should say.
He always said that line. There's only up from here.
It was his catchphrase. Something that kept him going. And now, it was what kept me going. I smiled and pointed to the ceiling with him.
After a few hours, I had sobered up and watched TV with my mom and dad.
They turned it off and turned to me. "Honey, we have something to tell you."
Oh no. Not them too. Please no. What could it be? After not answering for several seconds, they grabbed each others' hands.
"We're traveling around the world!" they exclaimed excitedly. Oh thank God. Nothing wrong with that.
"And you're not taking me with?" I joked, only half serious.
"We would but it seems like you have a lot to sort out here in the city. And this has been your father's and my dream since we got married," Mom explained. I smiled at them. Good for them. They were getting their wish.
"A few conditions though. One, you're going to have to take care of the house while we're gone. I know that it might not be ideal but-" she began but her words dulled before me.
A house all to myself? I couldn't ask for anything better. Privacy, alone time, parties, friend gatherings. Wow. That sounded sick.
A grin spread across my face as I payed attention to my mom again.
"And second, you can't ask us for money anymore. We don't know how much we're going to spend during this trip. We don't even know how long we're going to be gone or where we're even going," Dad smiled happily at my mom. They smiled at each other softly before focusing on me after several seconds.
After 30 years, they were still in love. Still happy. Rafael and I could have been-
No. He broke up with me. Stop thinking like that. Stop thinking about him.
As if God had chosen to mock me, my phone rang with a text message from none other than the infamous Rafael. My gray eyes stared at the screen, debating whether or not to answer him. I hadn't changed his contact picture yet. It was of him, smiling at the camera with his eyes shut. I was kissing his cheek.
We looked so happy. Oh how wrong that picture was. So long ago. It was on our summer vacation leaving high school.
"Everything okay honey?" my dad asked. I nodded. No more asking for money, right. I sighed and accepted their terms. I don't know how I was going to pay for anything without a job, but I had to find one soon. I was going to be living alone indefinitely.
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Finding Hope in Blue
Teen Fiction"One day, maybe when I have settled down and had kids and own a house or something, I'll think about him and wonder. Wonder what we would have been like together, how drastically changed our lives could have been, if I would still be the same person...
