Indigo eyes.

Memories are nothing but lies

TRIGGER WARNING!
SPEECH IMPAIREMENT.

Lukyo accompanies Angel home and then heads back to her house, everyone in the neighborhood is putting out carved pumpkins by their doorsteps, windowsills, sheet ghosts hanging on trees.

A sea of Autumn leaves stick on every wall outside each house, including the Zayan family mailbox.

Lukyo actually notices that the mailbox is overflowing with so many letters that it won't even close. Mrs. Zayan usually gets them, Lukyo figured she might as well get them now while she's there.

A few of them are bills to pay, some are magazines and she spots a particular one that says it's from her father, addressed to her.
Lukyo hasn't heard from her father since she was six. She knows that her mother hates him. whenever Mrs. Zayan talks about him she always says that he had abandoned them, but years ago she had once let slip that she kicked him out. A very good reason as to why she decides not to show her the letter.

Lukyo opens it to see that Mr. Zayan had hand-written it, which for her made it feel so much more personal.

Dear Lukyo

Please write back. I really want to see you.

Do you remember that book I left you when you were around six? You see, I always had a copy with me. I just had it published. It's not going to be well received by others. If you know what book I'm talking about you'll understand why.

I'm also trying to get a new apartment which I should have around the 1st November.

Lukyo's jaw is on the floor. She springs across the kitchen triumphantly, smiling widely from ear to ear with her mouth almost hurting, but she doesn't care.

Lukyo runs up to her room, skipping over some of the steps on the staircase, she opens the book that Mr Zayan had left her. She puts the letter back inside the envelope and uses it as a bookmark. Lukyo now feels that this book should now be hidden in an even safer place, she's not sure if she's being paranoid because if her mother finds just the book alone she would be in trouble either way.

Lukyo puts her father's book back under her colouring books, under her bed. She heads back downstairs. She tilts her head through the window to make sure that her mother isn't back yet from work.

As quickly as possible snatches the phone from the answering machine and dials Angel's house number. She starts to tap the phone impatiently.

'Hello?' Angel croaked.

'Hello, Angel. It's me Lukyo.' Her voice crippled. 'My Dad wrote me a letter saying he wants to see me.'

'Is this the same Dad who left you and your mother when you were just six years old?' Angel asked.

'Yeah. Maybe he'll tell me why if I ever get to see him, but... Just listen! I don't think that my Mom would be happy to know that he reached out to me, although I have a feeling that he has before and my Mom found the letters before I ever did.' Lukyo said all in one breath effortlessly.

'I see. Okay.' Angel replies calmly.

'I'm going to write back to him but tell him that he needs to write to your home address. I can't risk having my Mom finding out. My Father's name is Charlie Zayan. If you ever receive one of his letters just pass them on to me.' Lukyo says as she keeps looking out at her window.

'No problem. Oh and it was a given that his last name was likely to be the same as yours.' Angel said.

Lukyo jumps up and down more jolly than anyone has ever seen her. 'Thank you! You're the best friend ever! I don't know what I'd do without you!'