Luke's pov
Angelica came back to the table crying.
"What's wrong, babe?" I pulled her into a hug.
"C-can I talk to you privately?" she whispered.
I nodded, and excused ourselves from the table.
"So, what's wrong?" I asked, again.
"It's Emily," after she said that, she started sobbing, "Emily's dead."
I hugged her tightly, not caring about all the tears that are going to remain on my shirt.
"I have to go home for her funeral," she added, through sobs.
"Do you want me to come with you?" I asked.
"No. No. You have your tour," she said, removing herself from our hug, and wiping her tears with her sleeve.
"Let's get back to the table," I suggested .
"Are you okay?" They all asked Angelica.
"No," she cried.
"What's wrong?" Michael asked.
"Emily's dead," Their facial expressions changed quickly.
We all loved Emily. She was such a sweet girl. She always found a way to make us smile. She was only 6.
"I have to get back to the tour bus to pack. My plane leaves in 5 hours," she said, standing up.
"Ok I'll walk back with you," I said as I got up, too, leaving all the others in the restaurant.
"She was so young," Angelica sighed.
"I know," I shook my head.
"Now who's gonna make me look like a princess, or be my doctor when I'm sick, or be my little sister, that I promised to take care of?" she cried even harder.
I didn't know what to say, so I stayed silent. I hated seeing her like this.
We got back to the tour bus, and I started helping Angelica pack.
When we finished, she looked at me, and started sobbing, again.
I hugged her immediately "Don't cry. I'll see you soon."
"O-okay," she wiped her tears.
"I love you," she added.
"I love you too," I quickly kissed her.
"I better get going," she sighed
"Okay," I sighed, as well.
Then, she disappeared.
I already miss her.
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Sorry this was short :/
Xx love you my lil lollipops xx
