The Shade's Of You. | ✓

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Sophia.

My fathers loud laughter brings a small smile to my face and I stare at him, only now realizing how old his really grown throughout these years and my heart pinches at the sight because soon, I would eventually lose him, too.

We slowly trek down the streets of south London, talking to each other about things and catching up.

I notice, that the weather over here is much colder than I had ever anticipated. It reminds me to pack extra warm clothes for my next visit but only if my father and aunt agree to it that is and somehow I knew they would.

Yesterday I had spent the day in my hotel room, crying like a little kid about my life and how upside down it had turned down within a day and god, I cried until my throat hurt and my voice had died out and my eyes burned.

But that was yesterday, today is a new day and thankfully, my dad and aunt and I have decided to push what happened far behind us— well technically, I'm trying to.

I didn't tell them what I did throughout yesterday but I had suspected they knew already, since they had left me alone to fend for myself in my luxurious hotel suite. And no one could bother me online either, I had switched my phone off when it refused to stop buzzing and giving me a headache.

Today though, I had woke up different. I could sense it, I could feel it. I had felt fresh about the say ahead, since it was my last day here anyway, I felt excited as well.

Well I drowned and buried myself in a self pitty party yesterday, my dad and Roxanne had been busy.

They had made a memorial for mum.

And my god—

I had to cry at the sight of it, I needed to.

“Innit beautiful, dear?” My father questions and I smile, nodding my head, that stone was beautifully crafted and it made my heart swell in pride and happiness. “Gots it made just yesterday. I figured your mom deserved that much from me.” He mumbles and looks downwards.

My hand squeezes his shoulder and I nudge his side, “Mum, really loved you.” I state, speaking the truth.

He laughs again and nods his head in agreement, “Oh how smittened by her I was. She was always so beautiful and welcoming and sweet, oi, that really was my love— but my drugs and booze got in the way, innit?” He snickers.

I feel my chest tighten when I nod in agreement this time.

We stay silent for the next few minutes as we make our way downwards, towards a park that he often stops by.

It's beautiful as expected, almost everything in this city is breathtakingly beautiful and spectacular— so much so that I'm awed by everything around and in here, also by its people and their accents, I love their accents!

I think, the accent, is why I keep trying to make dad speak at every second. It could be that or it's my heart, missing an Italian mixed with english accent. I couldn't tell.

I quickly plop myself onto a near by tealish bench, sighing in relief of not having to walk for much longer.

My legs hurt from all that walking.

My father chuckles down at me before taking a seat on his own and sighing. “How's that cafe going for ya?” He questions and I immediately perk up at it. “When your mother came to me with the idea, I loved it. Immediately gave her that bucks for it. It still running?” He glances at me and openly laughs at my shocked expression.