“Is this already okay?” Miss Mia asked us as she sets up the two tents. I suggested we could sleep here or talk until sunrise, and these people are always on when it come to not sleeping.
I bob my head and gave her a warm smile. It's only the four of us here in this part of the resort. They say this part of the place requires a huge amount of money, I didn't know how Sir Flinn did it, he just show his ID, then we got a free access.
The sky is pretty with the stars shining on their own ways,and the moon is hiding behind the clouds but it's beauty still remains. Just perfect for this moment.
Sir Flinn and Tim are busy making the fire while I prepared the marshmallows we will eat for the campfire. I glanced at them and they are already arguing where to sit.
“No-I said move-you could sit there.” Miss Mia uttered as she points to the log next to Sir Flinn. Tim scratched his head while laughing. I gave them the stick with the mallows on it. I sat next to Miss Mia, then Sir Flinn on my side.
I catch Tim staring at me so I tilt my head to tell him that he's staring too long already. Sir Flinn seemed to notice us so he cleared his throat making Tim stared to the mallows he's holding and talk to it.I heard him mumbling the words, " why are you so cute? but I am sorry I need to burn you."
Idiot.
“Let's play a game?” Tim asked while pinching the innocent marshmallow.
“Hmm, sure.” I stated and then Miss Mia asked what game we'll play.
“How about Truth or Dare?”
“Sounds exciting...so who'll start?” Miss Mia questioned and then she started to each one of us. She started to melt the marshmallows she's holding and it was a great view with her lips forming a sweet smile.
“Me!” screamed Tim while raising his right arm like a kid in the kindergarten room. “Sir Flinn, truth or dare?” Then he gave Sir Flinn a 'scary' look.
“The truth one, young man.” He said while slowly making the marshmallows touch the fire.
“Okay.. Uhm..do you really not know the meaning of... monochromatic?”
I almost choked at his question as I didn't expect it. He's been asking me that sometimes too, in random times, he would tell me, " do you think Sir Flinn didn't really had an idea what monochromatic is?", then I would punch him lightly in his biceps.
Sir Flinn nod his head. “ Yes, I really don't know. I am only a elementary graduate,but now, I am living a great life.” The silence was awkward. “Tim, truth or dare?” he asked quickly after he responded To Tim's stupid question.
“Truth.”
“Are you okay?”
I immediately look at Tim after hearing the question. It was just a simple question but it made him speechless. I will have that same reaction if ever someone asks me if I am okay. Because not everyone cares about you,but that's okay. Not everyone matters.
“Yes... I am.” He said proudly and then smiled. “The day I met my angel, I know I am okay and I will be.”
He then stared at me. My heart skipped a beat, my throat got dry and my eyes couldn't stay looking at him. Why is he staring at me like that?
“Kath will melt, Timothy.” Miss Mia stated making me feel embarrassed. “ Is there a dirt in my face?” I said to shift the mood.
“Truth or Dare?”
“Huh?”
He just gave me a killer stare and smirked.
“T-truth.” I said and I can feel my cheeks are turning red. Why is he like this?
“Tell me your answer to my question, earlier.”
I stared at him. Then the question he asks me earlier played in my mind again. Again. Again.
What would you do if I die before you?
What would you do if I die before you?
Miss Mia cleared her throat and gazed at me then at Tim. “ Can we know the question?” she said in a hush voice.
I gulped and bit my lower lip.
“What would you do if I die before you?” he said making Miss Mia's mouth to open and mouthed 'oh'. Sir Tim is smiling, teasing at us. Oh, God, why is this happening to me?
I took a deep breathe and glanced at him.
“I want you to wait for me and I'll find you in the afterlife.”
Timothy's POV.She looks tired but she looks fine on the inside. I stared at Sir Flinn as she talked with Kath in the kitchen- his tears ar estreaming down while holding his granddaughter's hand. Miss Mia sat beside me and we both watched them with a heavy heart. “ She's too precious, right? ” she spoke and her voice cracked. I smiled at her and eyes stayed still watching the painful scene. “An angel.” I said and stood up when Isaw Kathareen stared at me. “ I am just going to gt some fresh air-just outside.” I spoke and quickly left the room.I walked to the garden and messed my hair. Seeing her trying to bare with the pain is more painful. I stared at the sky and covered my face th both of my palms in frustration. There are billions of people around this world, but why does it have to be her? Why does it have to be the lady I wish I will grow up with?
“ But... if you try the therapy, you'll live longer, right”I flinched with her words knowing she is just 7 years old. I played with the fabric of my dress and faced her with a nervous smile on my face. I took a deep breath before straightening my back to came close to her. I stroked her black hair and darted my eyes on her.“You know...there are choices you are going to make and only you know why you choose that. You are still young..there's more adventures you are going to face. But I want you to...be strong. You may not understand the decisions I made, I know one day you will.. and this may be the first we talk to each other.. I hope you will never forget my name..Zoe Kathareen.” I stated.She stared at the little doll she's holding and then faced wit
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My hands were trembling as I slowly typed the words. I listened to a hundred of songs to make sure that I'll convey the emotions well.I typed and typed and finally reached the last two words.The End.I stared at it long enough to consume the thought that I made it this far.I read the chapter from the top and made sure there are less errors. The feeling was unexplainable. I did it. I finished the novel. I took a deep sigh of relief as I saved it and closed my laptop. I stared at the view- mountains, big trees, green valleys, the lake, children playing with their kites-a home. While enjoying the view, a van suddenly stopped in front of our house. I waited until I saw a familiar figure of someone-her dark complexion, her cury hair, and finally..her lovely face.“ Miss Mia!” I screamed making my lungs stopped working for a moment. She gave me her wides
I can't count how many times I already reread this book but everytime I do, it feels like I am reading it for the first time again. Every page gives magic and even though this novel breathes despair, and the characters are perfect but the dearest author just..killed them, I am still proud to say I am the number one fan of this 386 pages book.“ Kath! Are you done?”I didn't listen to Tim as he screamed from the garden. “Zoe Kathareen! Did you hear me well?” He shouted again.“Almost..” I replied even though only me can hear my voice.I heard his footsteps and I can feel him standing behind me. He pattes my head with his wet hands and it was freaking cold. I turned my head to him with narrowed eyes and wrinkled forehead. “ Stop it Timothy..”“Are you not sleepy?” he asked as
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