i hate you

chapter three

𝐍 𝐄 𝐁 𝐔 𝐋 𝐀

Sylvie found solace in the stillness of the night. The world around her seemed to fade away as she stepped onto the quiet rooftop, away from the noise and chaos that had consumed her days. The night sky stretched out before her, adorned with a myriad of stars, each one a tiny beacon of hope in the vast expanse. She wrapped her arms around herself, feeling the chill of the evening air against her skin. The silence enveloped her, broken only by the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant hum of the city below. It was in these moments, beneath the vast canopy of stars, that Sylvie could find a sense of peace amidst the turbulence of her emotions.

"I knew I'd find you here," her father stepped onto the roof and sat beside her. "It's kind of rude to leave your timeless E3 outside and not even come in to say hi to your old man," he nudged his daughter playfully.

Sylvie's gaze shifted towards her father, a subtle smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. Though her heart weighed heavy, his appearance offered a fleeting solace amidst the rooftop's quiet expanse. "Hey, Dad," she murmured, easing closer to his side. "Just felt like stepping out for a breather, you know?"

"I understand," He nodded, his gaze fixed on the twinkling stars above. "Sometimes, the world gets too loud, and we need a quiet place to gather our thoughts."

"Everything feels so complicated right now. I miss how things used to be," Sylvie sighed, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the rooftop surface.

"Change is a natural part of life, Sylvie. Relationships evolve, people grow, and sometimes, we find ourselves facing unexpected challenges. But that doesn't mean we give up on what's important."

"I don't want to give up on him," Sylvie's voice was quiet, her gaze momentarily flickering towards him, a blend of longing and frustration shimmering in her eyes. "He means everything to me. But it feels like we're drifting apart, and I don't know how to fix it."

Charles Clément, Sylvie's father, glanced at his daughter beside him, sensing her hesitance and the weight of unspoken emotions. He knew that pushing her to open up further might not be what she needed at that moment. Instead, he decided to offer her a much-needed distraction—a momentary escape from the turmoil brewing within.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he turned to Sylvie and said, "You know what, sweetheart? I think we could both use a little adventure tonight. How about we take a spontaneous road trip? Just you and me."

Sylvie blinked in surprise, momentarily taken aback by her father's suggestion. The corners of her mouth curled into a small smile, the heaviness in her heart momentarily lifted. "A road trip, huh? That does sound tempting. Where would we go?"

"Well, how about we let fate guide us? We'll get in the car, take turns picking directions, and see where the road takes us. No plans, no expectations. Just pure spontaneity."

"I like the sound of that, Dad. It's been too long since we embarked on a spontaneous escapade together."

"Exactly," Charles agreed, a twinkle of anticipation in his eyes. "Life is too short to stay confined within the walls of our worries. Sometimes, a little detour is all we need to regain perspective and rediscover the joy that's been overshadowed."

As Sylvie and her father settled into the comfortable seats of her E3, a playful energy enveloped the car. The engine purred to life, and the open road stretched out before them, full of possibilities and untold adventures. With the wind tousling their hair and laughter dancing in their eyes, they embarked on their spontaneous journey, ready to create memories that would last a lifetime. "So, Dad," Sylvie began, a mischievous glint in her eyes, "any rules for our epic road trip?"