Darcy and her father return back to their old stomping grounds of New York City. With her, Darcy brings habits of being reclusive. She is perfectly content spending most of her time within the walls of her father's café and sees nothing wrong with t...
"I know." Another tear ran down my cheek. Then another one. And another. I couldn't stop it. The tears formed and fell, formed and fell, and they wouldn't stop. I couldn't stop. I looked at Jessica, then to Reece.
His lips turned up. "It's okay, kid," he said.
"It's okay," Jessica repeated, squeezing my hands.
And then, "Honey." I turned and found Papa standing behind the couch. My Papa, who I never would have met without Miss Sylvi. Miss Sylvi who was gone. Dead. Never to have a reunion like I was having with Reece right now.
Papa didn't need to say another word. He knew more than anyone what I was thinking, and I knew what he was thinking, too.
It's okay to cry. It's okay, it's okay.
I barely saw the tears in Jessica's own eyes before I was in her tight embrace, and we both began to sob.
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Way to start off the year.
Miss Sylvia died today. She's gone. She died today because of organ failure. When I heard the news, I actually felt in denial. Miss Sylvi? Dead? No. Shut up. She can't be. That can't be true.
I was waiting for someone to tell me it was like a false alarm. Go, just kidding, we were wrong! I've never felt denial like it before. She just couldn't be dead. She just can't. But she fucking was. She was gone and I still can't believe it. The word "heartbroken" couldn't be any more fitting. My heart literally feels broken. There's no other way to explain it. She's just gone. And when I had this dream earlier when I fell asleep with Chris, I dreamed she was still alive. I remember the place we were at now – it was a mall that I used to go to in Cali. They didn't have a fountain, though. But that's where Sylvia was, making wishes for all of us to get adopted. Even me. Even Jessica.
The pain felt crippling. To wake up and realize that her being alive was all a dream and that she was actually gone. I can't even describe how much it hurt in that moment. It still hurts now. It hurts so much it makes me sick. I can't stand it. I want to go back to sleep and wake up tomorrow like this was all a nightmare.
