FINALLY CAN CONTINUE ♥
We stopped at the door.
"Tomorrow still on?" I hopefully.. Kind of desperately asked.
"Of course" he nodded, not seeming phased by my clinginess. But he walked away into the house, as if I wasn't there. But he turned and smiled at me before disappearing down the hallway.I shook my head in slight confusion and smiled. I went to my own room, and because I was bored and also highly sentimental, decided to write down the memory of the day in an old diary.
I read it over, feeling warm with happiness, but then reality hit me. He was my step brother. Some form of family.
What in the world am I doing?
Despite the fact I knew trying to spend time with my step-brother due to the fact I had feelings for him was kind of weird, Hugo and I began to spend day after day at the lake.
I enjoyed our small conversations, and also our comfortable silences.
""Too bad we can't come tomorrow" Hugo sighed.
"Yeah.. We'd better go soon though."
Mum had found herself a decent job, and I was actually secretly very surprised. She was going to enter a paid traineeship in a local beauty salon. But James wanted a family party for her.
Hugo started to skim rocks across the lake. I watched his eyes being entranced by the rippled in the water.
I couldn't help but stare at him. His lips were slightly parted, his face alight, and his eyes were mystical chocolate brown worlds. He looked... Beautiful, really.
It was strange, thinking about it. Most boys would be called cute or hot or something. He was like a horse. Beautiful and elegant and majestic.
I happily sighed, admiring him.
I then frowned, feeling something in my pocket. I pulled what I thought was a piece of scrap paper out, but it turned out to be a picture of my dad. I thought back to the weeks beforehand, wishing that he was still around, wishing that nothing had to change.
My eyes flickered back up to Hugo and I bit my lip. I was actually happy now for once, and mum seemed pretty joyous all of the time. If my dad had survived, none of this would have happened.
I felt horrifically guilty. I didn't want my happiness to be a result of my dad's murder.
They never did find out who killed him, or why. The streets back to the apartment were dangerous, with drug dealers and a crazy amount of gangs. The police either went on a useless investigation, or realised there's no way they were going to find who killed him and didn't bother to look.
"Are you ok?" Hugo asked, startling me.
"I was just thinking... Would you be happier if I was here, or if your mum was still here?"
"Emily, that's an impossible question" he frowned. "I miss mum every day, and I'd give anything to have her back, but I'm happy you're here too. Why?"
"My dad was murdered when I was three." I paused. "I don't remember him at all, but I don't want my happiness to come from his death."
"Things happen for a reason" Hugo said sympathetically. "He's probably happy that you're happy. Fate, maybe."
I felt relief flood my body, and I shook my head.
"Yeah.. You're right."