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[ 196; Gilda ]

Gilda's Ending

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-Special Ending
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Are left!

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W-When your dad gets into a relationship, t-the same day you get out of y-yours
-Ray, 10/24/2020

Am I mentally okay? No
The wedding was for nothing 🙄
I will go berserk.

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Reader's POV

Gilda protected everyone.

She was like the mom of us.

I was like the cool aunt, ya know?

While she went crazy trying to protect everyone, I reassured her and convinced her they'd be okay.

"Y/n,"
She called out, peeking into my room.

"Yeah?"
I groaned

"Have you taken the medicine today?"
she asked, entering the room with a tray of food.

"Maybe,"
I said.

"Yes or no?"
She asked, looking to the bottle of pills next to me.

"Or,"
I said, excitement showing in my eyes as I looked at the waffles.

"Yes, no,"
She said, narrowing her eyes at me.

Damn it.
"No,"
I admitted.

She sighed and opened the bottle of pills, handing two to me.

"No,"
I said with disgust.

And thus, it began.

Gilda tried to force me to swallow them, and it ended in me swallowing them because she almost choked me.

Nonetheless, we were both tired at the end.

I glared and her and hugged her tightly.
"I don't need pills, I need you,"
I grumbled.

"W-What?"
she asked, her body tensing.

I grinned, chuckling.

She sighed softly.
"Get rest, Y/n,"
She said.

I rolled my eyes and let go of her.
"I already did."
I stated.

"Then get more."
She ordered.

"Then get more,"
I mocked.

"Y/n,"
She spoke in a dangerously low voice.

"Gildy,"
I copied, smirking.

She took a deep breath, let it out, then left.

I frowned as the feeling of emptiness washed over meh.

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Gilda visited the next day and told me about the dance.

She wanted me to be her partner for it.

I looked at the card.
"Hmmmm sounds good. I'll go with you,"
I said with a smile.

Her face lit up and she nodded.
"Thank you. Thank you!"
She exclaimed, hugging me tightly.

I chuckled and ate my pancakes, hugging her back.

She smiled happily.
I laid my head on her shoulder and read more of the information.

"Do I have to wear a dress?"
I asked.