Things that bind us together- The cliff

PART-XVI(THE LAST HAPPY DAY)

Salve lectorem.
Issabelle's P.O. V

'Hi! M here:)'

I got a text and subsequent knock on the door.

I ran downstairs knowing exactly who will be on the other side of the door.

" I'll take it." I said to my dad, who surely didn't hear me.

I opened the door and there he was standing with a smile.

Anthony.

I made his way into the house
" What do you want the photo for?" He asked
" Hi Anthony. I am fine. And the answer to your question is I wanted to do this thing with both you and Geremy together but you know how things are with him. I hope picking up a photo didn't bother you much."
" Nah. I took the first one I saw"
Clearly a lie.
I smiled and moved further.

" So I wanted to show you my room. Only my dad and Elliot know about it. I kinda have a rule that only the people I trust should see my room. It's not something great but it's mine. So should we go."

" You trust me. Huh!" Anthony spoke wiggling his eyebrows.  I just made a ' like-really' face. "Just assure me that you don't have a dead body lying there ore something" he said.

I just proceeded to my room with Anthony's picture in my hand. Definitely he was following my lead. Turning the doorknob I gave it a second thought but something came in me and I opened the door to my bedroom.

Inside everything was same for me but Anthony was totally fascinated with everything he saw. My room consisted of a bed, obviously, don't know of what size but definitely adequate. It also has a desk full of papers and books.

The different thing about my room is the picture wall. The wall has a lot of photos that were of my childhood. Every third photo with Elliot on it. Then my dad's pictures, pictures of his adulthood, marriage, fatherhood . There also are all of the only pictures left of my mother. It makes me feel she is always with me.

There are three handprints on the wall i.e., my, dad's and Elliot's. There are also three jars with coloured papers in it. Red. Yellow. Blue. The red for happy days, Yellow for fine days and blue for bad days. This year has the highest red slips till now.

There are some writings by me on another wall. Seven paintings that I painted year by year. Each painting showing the best or the worst thing happened in the year.  Not even a single painting can be called an art piece but each one of great importance to me.

And That's the reason I don't show my room to anyone because it's personal to me.
And my poor little brother thinks I have some sort of diamonds in it.

I told Anthony story about every picture and thing. He said he has no words to describe his feelings but he hugged me for a while.

" Hey shall we put your picture" I asked him. He nodded and hung the picture on the wire having abundance of fairy lights.

He then stamped his hand on the wall with a bright yellow colour and I wrote under it

Aeonian Anthony.

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Everyday is getting better from yesterday . Before I go to sleep , I put a red slip in the jar. But I am worried that something bad will happen. That It's just the happiness before the dooms day. Every happy day will turn sadder and sadder.

But for the moment it's the last day of school and everyone is their happiest. It's summer vacation. A month holiday which is just given to overburden you with loads of projects and to make you freak out for the coming exams.

But I think vacation would be good because we are going to live with grandma and grandpa which means loads of junk food. Dad also has a doctors conference in the month and two tickets so I will go along with him to New York City for two days. I've never been there before and everything about is exciting.

But that means I will not see Elliot, Anthony and Geremy. I know things are not good with the third one but he has also become a part of my life which I don't want to loose, yet.

The whole day just swinged by with full sunshine. At lunch, Anthony and Geremy fought like two typical ladies over a piece of pizza, Elliot being the one who ate it at last.

When the last bell for the day rang I saw outside and it was raining like hell. I was so busy in my doodling that I didn't even notice it before.

Me and Elliot will probably take a lift from Anthony.

I kept my unnecessary books in the locker and along with Anthony went to look for Elliot in front of his locker.
When we reached there, he and Geremy were talking about something which was related to some music and stuff.

We met each other and walked towards the main entrance. " Anthony you are going to give me and Elliot a ride home. Ok son." I commanded him. Elliot gave a little chuckle.

" Ok mumma" Anthony said in a baby voice, not the one that a football player would make. " Oh wait you my mum that means my dad and-"

" Oh my god Anthony! Just back off already" I said to my much older son.
" Where's Ger-?"Elliot asked making me realise he was no longer beside us.

I looked around for him and saw him getting all wet in rain. " What are you doing?" I shouted. " Living my life.You should too." He shouted back.

Within seconds all four of us were dancing in the rain. Wait,Dancing like Idiots.

" Now how are going to get home" I asked in between the dancing " Lets have a ride first. the four of us in my car" Anthony asked. " Yeah we should definitely go for it" Elliot said.

We drove nowhere and everywhere for sometime and went to Anthony's house even after denial from all the three but our mr. driver said "My car. My rules. My house"

On reaching his home we all got freshen up, wearing Anthony's clothes. Elliot in Yellow, Geremy in blue and I in black. " I may regret saying this but you all are looking very cute in my clothes" Anthony said

" Whose looking the cutest?" I asked making my puppy dog face.

" All are same"

" That's a mama response and not at all true. So tell me."

" Okay. I agree. But I don't want to name, others will get upset. "

" oh Just say it. It's me. I know that"Elliot said.

" Now I am definitely not choosing a name."

After sometime chilling in his mansion he calls house, Anthony drove us back home in his all wet but dry car. That was the best we could ask for.

While reaching home I made a mind note to put a red slip right away. I hugged everyone including Geremy as I am heading tomorrow at grandmas. " Love you Issabelle. Take care" were the last words I heard from Elliot that day.

This was the only happy day for a long time.
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Thank you for reading. Have a great day ahead.
PEACE✌🏻!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!