#and he's just so grateful he found someone kind because he hasn't experienced much kindness

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Random brain thought

Just ignoring Genshin lore for a moment

So, Moths use the moon as their guide, so, and hear me out, what if the reader was the deity of the moon?

Just imagine, sparkling moth lost in the dark, until he finds a soothing glow, a breathtaking radiance.

You

Now I'm just thinking of Big buff abyss moth being your Bodyguard. Cuddling, surrounded by moonlight

oh my moon and stars YES you being some sort of deity/god is one of my FAVORITE AUs ever!!!!!!

you're one of the gods who's on more neutral terms with the Abyss- you don't exactly trust the beings under Teyvat, but you don't go out of your way to hunt them down. you're more of a nighttime deity anyways, roaming the fields and hills when the rest of the world slumbers, your aura casting a soft glow over the grass. mortals will say you hailed from the moon, but in truth you're more akin to someone created from lunar essence that allowed you to watch over the world at night. you're not sure how useful you truly are, especially when some of your brethren can literally shape the earth and sea with a flick of their hands, but if you could help guide even one being to safety and happiness, it'd be enough for you

you're roaming around one night after dark, moths fluttering around you, resting on your fingers and hair. the little insects are quite fond of you, and you of them- perhaps they could be considered your patron animal- and suddenly you see something twinkle in the distance. immediately you're intrigued- is there a god of starlight who's come to visit Teyvat? is there some shiny stone, or glittering treasure waiting to be picked up? you wander closer, pace only picking up when you see the sparkling thing move

you kneel in the gently waving grass and come face to face with the most beautiful creature you've ever seen

he's from the Abyss, there's no doubt, and yet you can't help but admire the black and violet armor adorning his body, the glittering cape-like wings that flow like waves, the crimson mask with two spiraling horns and one single crystalline eye. the monster growls momentarily but it quickly dies to a hushed, curious coo as he stares at you, seemingly in awe. his claws extend, trying to grasp the gentle glow surrounding you, and instead you reach and carefully clasp your own hands around his larger one, helping him to his feet. the beast stands, unharmed, yet he doesn't pull his hand away, only holding out his talons for your little moths to land on, wings fluttering in delight

a happy trill builds in this strange, beautiful creature's throat, and you too find a smile growing across your face as he delicately curls his claws around your hands, reveling in your soft lunar glow

[stingray-sins]

Somewhere only we know...

Summary: It’s an alternate universe explained after Enrico Pucci’s second universe reboot. The hard day after the events in Egypt have triggered a return to "daily" student life in Japan with new things to discover.

Part I

Approximately two weeks had passed since that bizarre trip through the Middle East in a reduced number of days but the feeling of being present and active within that adventure was still latent, the chest would tighten every time the cold embraced the city for the night and although it did not compare at all to the extreme temperatures they experienced, the simple fact of not being fully stable still filled them with a feeling of bitterness, which they did not know how to express or speak openly.

Despite the great changes acquired, returning to everyday life became more difficult every day; Francesca faithfully awaited the arrival of Mr. Joestar through that great gateway to the Japanese home, despite the fact that the situation had presented itself in the best way when he first arrived, the feeling of receiving good news with his request to find her family kept her hopeful . Jotaro on the other hand seemed more reserved than he ever was, it is not easy to deal with the fact of carrying a huge responsibility on his back and even more exhausting was having to accept that he would carry him like a cross all his life. Every morning the same routine, hiding his face under his ruined cap, and leaving home without touching the lunch that her mother had lovingly prepared for him and living off the wretched cigarette until nightfall.

The large entrance door was opened with a bang, from it the man with his gray beard and bright emerald eyes peeked out, trying to argue with his not so fluent Japanese with the taxi driver, who was clearly trying to rip him off with a higher fare abroad.

─"Papa! "─Holly exclaimed, getting up and moving away from that traditional central table that led to the entrance while she ran to hug him as was family tradition. Joe, her youngest son, did not differ much from her mother's attitude since he was just as excited as he ran to his grandfather. Francesca, although she was just as excited to see the old but radiant Mr. Joestar, she only followed with her eyes and a smile, the day had arrived and her facial expression brought good news.

─"What a pleasure it is to be able to see you again, what has happened in my absence? I hope Joe continues to practice that sweet symphony that he taught me last time and 'Cesca working the language well" ─Old Joestar laughed, taking off his hat as he hugged his daughter back and felt like his youngest grandson hung from his arm like a little monkey, Without a doubt it was a very great happiness for him to see his daughter and grandson back up and as happy as ever.

─"It has been quite a change in this house and I cannot be more grateful to her company" ─the woman mentioned while holding her father's coat ─"There is no day that we don't laugh while we share the odd story or song verses... a little help here and a little help here, it is a joy to know that I am no longer the only woman at home."

─"Grandpa!" ─The dark-haired boy exclaimed as he climbed on top of the adult to tell him one or another feat obtained in those weeks ─" And I'm teaching her! Sometimes we sit on the edge of the terrace face to face, if she manages to answer me the phrase in Japanese she earns a mandarin... although she usually wins me when I have to answer her in Italian..."

Joseph listened attentively as he shook the boy's hair and proceeded to enter the house completely forgetting the Japanese traditions, Francesca had closed the grammar notebook for a moment although she could speak it quite well, writing was a disaster and those two weeks were they had made him more than eternal.

─"Hasn't Jotaro arrived at the house yet?" ─Joseph asked, sitting down at the low table while he took a look at ‘Cesca's embarrassing notebook and she stubbornly took it from him.

─"He should be here soon, you already know him... neither he says goodbye when he leaves or greets when he arrives but I suppose they are things of adolescent boys, right?" ─The blond-haired woman winked at Francesca, she simply sighed and then laughed as she lifted her shoulders as a symbol of "Men, who understands them."

A couple of hours passed until the door was heard opening slowly, Jotaro found it quite strange that the lights were still on in the middle of the night, he hoped to arrive when everyone was in their respective rooms so as not to start a conversation with anyone but when he entered he only found himself with his old Grandfather laughing quite loudly as he once again narrated the story of his hand to the ladies and the little one.

─"I think it's great that you have arrived, my grandson, we were waiting for you" ─Joseph announced, extending an arm to greet him properly and with a sigh he agreed to return the greeting. He was tired enough to hear his loud voice echo through the room but he looked up at the old man saying in a would-be voice. As those at the table were seated, Holly got up to answer the phone as usual every night to speak with her husband. Joe made a kind of tower with the tangerines that adorned it while Joseph placing his hands on the table intertwined his fingers announcing with a sincere smile.

─"In the following days, Kakyoin will be transferred to the central hospital in this city. The foundation has done everything possible and his parents were already notified immediately, the news was quite harsh for them and stronger for Noriaki himself, although they managed to rebuild and transplant most of his damaged organs, it is quite difficult to assume that he would not return. to walk never again."

Joseph paused for a moment in his speech, analyzing their faces when listening to him speak, it was undoubtedly quite amazing news at the same time, it was quite heartbreaking again, asking himself "He's alive, but at what cost?" Within the gazes of the two, the bright eyes were noticeable in both, Francesca rested her hands on the table expressing a full happiness when hearing the news, She no longer needed to control her body fluids, she wanted to express that happiness with pure tears and nobody went to stop her. Instead Jotaro tried to hide his happiness under that dark cap, but his smile was bigger than the desire to hide, Joseph knew for all his life that he should rethink Noriaki but he also knew that he would not be alone anymore.

─"Mr. Joestar..." ─Those soft words made him pop out his thoughts when he heard the voice of the minor with an air of questions on her face, they could be celebrating the impressive strength of resistance of the redhead but there were other doubts on the table that had not been clarified still. Francesca preferred not to look him in the eye when asking but her hands unconsciously touched Joseph's hands and he froze for a moment. ─"Have you known about the whereabouts of my family?"

There was only a silence in between, and Joseph's big hand placed it on the girl's purple hair to caress it gently while Francesca tried not to break at the moment by nodding. She getting up, she gently asked permission to go get some air, she had a broken smile which she directed at Holly who was returning to the room. Joseph shook his head and looked down again.

─"It's been difficult" ─the old man sighed while he still couldn't recognize how much longer the lie should continue ─"Jotaro, do you have a moment?"

They both got up because of this issue, he did not want to speak it so openly since the walls listen and he needed someone to trust what was tightening his heart the most at the time. They walked long enough and in silence until they reached a kind of pergola, the same one where he once played wrestling with his little grandson, being defeated with a great performance from him. Before he could speak Jotaro beat him to it.

─"How much longer do you plan to hide the truth from her, old man?" ─He looked up with determination, he was not going to hide more secrets than he was already hiding, although it was difficult for him to admit that a part of him avoided creating more ties with the girl simply because of the uncertainty of creating a bond that would disappear with time . At least that's what he was trying to show, which his mother didn't take five minutes to forge.

─"It has been my question every day Jotaro, and that is why I wanted to talk about it with you" ─he took a breath of air leaning on a nearby wooden pillar ─"The news is not fresh, after three days I contacted a family member from her to find out that it would not be an easy task to deal with her family. Her father... belongs to one of the most recognized mafias in southern Italy, the girl's surname is not at all common and therefore a sought-after surname. That day I introduced myself to the family member as a simple writer who wanted to have an interview with his father, who gave me a tour of Francesca's house pointing out the greatness of the home until we were in a beautiful and colorful garden where two graves were perched..."

─

─"Enough travel, what brings you here sir...?" -Said the rough voice of Salvatore Castiglier. ─"Joestar, Joseph Joestar" ─offering his hand to greet him cordially without receiving an answer. ─"Mr. Joestar, I was not in my plans to receive you but I see that you are carrying a photo of Mia Figlia with you and I wanted to ask you where she took that photo from." ─"I am a renowned writer in my hometown and in one of my trips to Africa, more specifically Egypt, I managed to capture a photo of this young woman which caught my attention for my next novel." ─He lied with charm in his words.─ ─"I'm sorry but that may not be possible, times have changed and my little girl is no longer in the land of the living, her soul rests next to her mother in that garden that attracted her attention so much." ─"I am very sorry for the news in advance but could I ask you..." ─"I do not usually answer questions that do not concern but your journey must have been long to get here; My daughter Francesca was sweet and naive, and that itself determined the end of her life. The lessons to my boys have always been clear: "there is nothing stronger than family blood, no one but your family will ensure your safety" but Francesca did not see it from that side, stubborn like herself, obstinate to obey my orders , clearly with her actions she deserves to be buried where she is."

─

Jotaro checked his pocket once more to find the pack of cigarettes but only found the packaging with a pair of colored lighters. The news was not good at all and just thinking about that answer he clenched his fists inside his pocket.

─"Since that day I have been keeping the news to myself, I have clearly dealt with bigger problems but not when I have at stake the fate of a fifteen-year-old girl" ─Joseph said as he sighed in relief, it was a sensitive issue and with the years of experience had learned to make decisions better thought out rather than lightly, or at least tried to make them less hasty ─"I have made a decision about it, I have noticed that in a short time 'Cesca has created a crucial bond with Holly... and her possibilities for personal development are more tied to my daughter than to a bastard who has that thought with her own blood..."

─"Old man, just answer me one thing" ─the boy's marked voice stopped the thoughts aloud of Joseph who looked up, clearing his gaze towards him ─"The reason why you left that place was..."

Joseph stared at his grandson for a long time but he only got a subtle smile as he opted for a calmer position, a position of acceptance in his final decision ─"Expulsion, more specifically, expulsion for causing a clean hit to the face of someone out of deserved." ─Jotaro lowered his gaze denoting a smile on his face, as he walked to the older man to place a hand on his shoulder and give him a couple of gentle strokes on him. ─“I couldn't have expected less from you."

Joseph placed a hand on the hand of his grandson while he smiled, he knew that within the legal framework the decision he had made was not the most appropriate but the most appropriate. He left the establishment while Jotaro sat on a nearby wooden bench taking out the last remaining cigar and placing it between his lips to light it.

─"How much more do you plan to hide behind the bush, woman?" ─he blurted out softly as he leaned back on the wooden pillar watching the smoke dissipate into the air.

─ ""Woman" is a very distant word for someone who from now on will live with you under the same roof" ─she was heard from the bush while she stood again while cleaning the occasional branch from her purple head.

─"How much did you hear about the conversation?"

─"Enough to be here and not want to close my eyes tonight" ─sighs the shorter one, walking to the entrance of the pergola, still had a tight chest but it was not to show vulnerable, she was simply trying to appear once again her tranquility to promote tranquility to the other. An awkward smile that faded when the taller made a space next to him for her to sit next to.

She took three steps to the small wooden bench and sat with nothing but looking forward, her posture was loose and her shoulders slumped, Jotaro simply had his eyes closed as he exhaled once more the cigarette smoke inside him, he felt that the minor's hand was holding her uniform sleeve tightly, she had clung without stopping to look forward and hiding her face between the hair strands that fell from her head, she raised her voice a bit broken.

─"Do you think they will ever deign to look for me again?" ─Her voice trembled, this time soft and nervous. She did not want to show it but tears had started to roll down her cheeks, wetting the wooden floor, yet he did not take his eyes off the front of her.

─"Who?" ─Jotaro asked removing the cigar from his mouth for a moment to deposit the ashes in a corner of the place.

─"My Family" ─it was difficult for her to pronounce the last word to the girl, and instinctively she pressed her right hand on her chest, feeling an inexplicable but at the same time painful emptiness inside her.

─"Your family? The only family that I know of yours is this one here and the one that awaits us in the central hospital of the city" ─The young woman stared at him in amazement, the older one could see the glassy eyes of the young woman, her nose and cheeks flushed from crying and her mouth shaking without making a sound, the young woman with purple hair looked forward again and leaned her back against the wall on the nearby wooden pillar, she released the black-haired uniform to place her hand on the bench but was drawn back to the hand the old one. The difference in size was quite a lot but she did not hesitate to squeeze her small hand in the same way.

─"I'm scared Jojo" ─Francesca finally announced with a nickname that had come from inside her thoughts, she had never expressed insecurity in front of something and all her life since she has remembered she has defended herself from life had always been the buffer for the others but at that moment she needed someone to be there for her.

─"Don't have to be, at least not anymore" ─Jotaro said inserting the cigar between his lips, from the outside he looked like a completely stone man but inside he was experiencing a sense of calm and serenity like never before─ "try not to think about it since you don't need it anymore 'Cesca."

Francesca looked up still with glassy eyes and she smiled sincerely after weeks, in all she was right, there was no need to feel fear when she was no longer alone. She stopped squeezing his hand for a moment but neither moved her from the place, they both closed their eyes enjoying the silence of the moment.

─"You're right Jojo, I shouldn't be anymore."

[rafaelblackbird15]

"Logan couldn't breathe. Every time James took a breath, and his chest expanded, it was like he took the air directly from Logan's lungs. Just thinking about it he couldn't stop his eyes from scanning James' exposed skin, his collar bones where they jutted out from under the thin straps over his shoulders. His hands folded and tucked a little accompanying piece of pink material around his strong muscles and around his middle, Logan's eyes followed the twitching of his fingers. They were so long and James was just so damn tall. He towered over Logan even more than usual in the high heels."

" When James stepped out of the toilet cubicle, Logan couldn't breathe.

Everything he had been thinking about saying vanished instantly with a flash of pink and surprise.

It was funny, ironic, really, he'd never been very good with dates and girlfriends because the "tongue-tied" feeling all the love songs talked about never seemed to happen to him, he'd often wondered if he was just destined to overthink everything. Not for lack of trying that is, James had insisted he at least try to like people, try to he interested in *someone*, but he'd always found the books on the subject more insightful, like Jane Eyre or Pride and Prejudice (he never told the guys this though, only Katie, his book buddy, knew about them). Although, Camille, he had thought was different. But...

What drew his attention first was the fit. James' figure was obvious through the material, the strong lines of his sides were clear with the tightness of the dress, it followed his natural curves all the way down to his hips, where the dress branched out and got looser, rippling in soft folds of pink. If he were a woman, he'd probably be considered an hourglass figure, but he was tall and straight in some places with vivid curves in others, it really was something to look at. His shape was sharp but also extremely soft, the way James went about getting fit was aggressive, kind of like he was going to war with himself, with his demons, but his reasons for it were soft, and Logan knew from looking at his stomach that, even with the twisted pink dress his skin was soft, it showed in the parts of his body that were exposed, like his chest. He'd seen James' body countless times, most recently in the pool just last week. They had gone swimming all their lives, it came naturally to get dressed together (not in the same room, obviously, James' liked his bathroom time) and just go out and enjoy it. But somehow this was different, seeing him all done up like a woman... And yet, he wasn't a woman, but he wasn't a man either. He was somewhere in between, he was James. But he wasn't James. It was all so confusing.

It was a struggle to pull his eyes upwards when he realised he was staring at James' bare legs where he was too tall for the dress to reach below his knees, he even suited the sharp black high heels. James didn't didn't seem to notice though, pulling a face of feigned discomfort.

"I can't believe this was *your* idea" James said, staggering over to the boy's sink and glaring into the mirror. He pulled a thumb under his lips to smarten out the lipstick, making kissy faces. Somehow he'd managed to not smudge even the corners of his mouth, all the lines on his eyes were careful as well, if Logan didn't know better he'd have said "experienced", but he did know better. At least, he thought he did. It was no secret James was more feminine than usual, obsessed with his appearance to an unhealthy point, but this was a step further.

James had done all the getting dressed by himself, in the little cubicle, Logan had been grateful because no way would he have been able to put on someone's makeup. Looks like he didn't need any help though.

"What, uh, what is that supposed to mean?" He said.

It was hard to focus on something that wasn't James' dark eyes, long lashes highlighted by an underscore of subtle black eyeliner. God, he was beautiful. The lipstick suited him so goddamn much, he was just so extra, with the matching headband as well. To say Logan hadn't been expecting that transformation was putting it mildly.

James wasn't looking at him when he replied, still intent on perfecting his hair, sweeping it aside and out of his eyes, combing fingers through it like he thought it needed perfecting, how could he even think that?

Logan jumped when he spoke eventually. "Just that I mean, well" he met Logan's eye in the mirror, "I didn't think you'd even consider... This" he made a vague gesture to all of himself, dress and all.

His eyes were downcast and he smiled, a little shyly, strangely, and for just a moment, a flash, Logan saw Camille in James. When he was telling her that he couldn't be with her for awhile, that he needed time for himself to understand what he wanted, what he needed, she had looked at him with this self depreciating, and openly vulnerable look that.. had just been so uncharacteristic of her that he'd nearly blurted out "forget everything, kiss me" on the spot and forgiven her, but alas he hadn't, maybe they wouldn't be here now if he had. He couldn't find it in himself to feel about it.

If James had looked up at Logan in that moment, he knew Camille would be there, hiding behind his eyes. Or maybe it was the other way around. It was gone as fast as it had appeared and he stumbled over his words, trying to remember what the question was.

"Wha- what? Why?"

It was hard to comprehend much of anything. He felt dizzy, lost. James might have been saying something but he couldn't hear him, Logan was under water, he felt like he was a frog with its mouth stuck hanging open and waiting. Like a statue.

Something had changed. It was akin to the continents shifting into place. "

********

Just a little thing I wrote on the spot. Had these doodles lying around for a whole year, and although I've actually done something with them now my college has them locked away for art GCSE results, so I'm waiting to get them back.

I honestly love btr so much and I ship like every ship, and I'm so here for gender fluid James.

In this au, Logan isn't gay, he's bi, but he's also in love with James and this is where he realises that. The whole time the guys have been trying to set him up and it hasn't worked, this is why.

[1dfangirls35]

Voir Dire (N.H.)

A fake dating OU about contracts, soulmates and risking it all for love

Masterlist // Tell Me What You Think!

A/N (Pt 1): Although many of us read fanfiction as an escape from our current reality, I want to acknowledge an important reality in the United States and around the world. If you have a moment, I encourage you to check out this site for more information about the Black Live Matters movement, and resources that you can use to both show your support and educate yourself! There is a lot more to be done, so I hope we all continue to support, LISTEN, and learn (I know I’ve learned a lot over the past few weeks)! 

twenty-three

Kelsey tried her best to paint her face with excitement and eagerness as she and Mallory made their way to the after party. Inside though, she was filled with dread. She wasn't sure what she was most scared of. Was she more afraid that Niall would want to speak with her or more afraid that he wouldn't? Was she more scared that he likely moved on with Krystal or scared that he hadn't?

Then there was the fact that Kelsey had signed a contract. A contract that explicitly forbid any contact with Niall. Her stomach began to lurch at the thought of someone from Capitol being here. Would she be kicked out of Stanford just for attending the same party as Niall?

Kelsey fidgeted with the hem of the little black dress she had slipped into for the evening as they waited in line at the entrance to the large ballroom where the event was being held. Mallory, wearing a form-fitting red dress that showed off her former track star legs perfectly, was rambling on about who might be at the event, and whether it was entirely inappropriate for her to ask for a photo should the opportunity arise.

Kelsey felt bad for ignoring her friend. She knew she should be living in the moment, enjoying the opportunity of a lifetime to rumble with the stars. But she couldn't stop searching the crowd, looking for the face that she was so desperately trying to avoid. Maybe he wouldn't even be here, and all this anxiety would be for nothing.

"Passes please ladies?" the tuxedo-clad man standing at the front of the double-door ballroom entrance announced, temporarily interrupting Kelsey's search for Niall. She reached into her clutch to withdraw the two passes which Basil, as promised, had delivered to their hotel room door a few hours earlier.

"Enjoy," the man smiled, extending an arm in a welcome as Kelsey and Mallory stepped into the expansive ballroom.

It took their breath away at first. Sky high ceilings with glistening chandliers. Small tables covered with black drapes at which people mingled with drinks in hand. In one corner a DJ played music to a crowd that was slowly accumulating on the dance floor. In the other, an ice sculpture and bustling bar filled with people. Waiters spread through the crowd with plates hors d'oeuvres and glasses of champagne.

"Wow," Mallory whispered under her breath. Kelsey nodded in agreement.

With the exception of the 40 Love album release party, Kelsey had never really experienced Niall's world. She'd imagined it- the scene in her head based off thing she'd seen in the movies. But this. This was it. Seeing it in person for the first time makes Kelsey realize just how intimidating it was. And reminded her of just how much she didn't fit into this world.

"Champagne ladies?" A waiter approaches them, offering two glasses of the bubbly golden liquid.

"Thank you," Kelsey replied, grabbing a glass and quickly bringing it to her lips.

"Let's dance!" Mallory exclaimed, pulling on Kelsey's arm and dragging her towards the dance floor before she even has a chance to say no.

Kelsey saw him enter as she was dancing. He's dressed in all white, the top few buttons of his collared shirt undone, likely revealing his tufts of chest hair. He's laughing, chatting up with some man in the line in front of him. She scanned the crowd for signs of Krystal behind him- knowing she's likely lurking nearby, but when she doesn't see her, she breathed a sigh of relief, trying to return her focus to the beat the of the music instead of the beat of her heart.

Niall was hesitant that Kelsey would even come. When Basil told him that she turned down the offer to come back stage, he'd felt defeated. Maybe she didn't feel the same way after all this time. But he could have sworn they shared a moment. It was fate wasn't it? That they would be in the same place at the same time? 

He was grateful he hadn't dragged Krystal along for this weekend. He'd contemplated it, wondering if that was the right thing to do. Then he'd reminded himself that he was no longer under any contractual obligations, and that maybe the very thing he had needed was Las Vegas. And he was right, the very thing he needed was Las Vegas, or more specifically someone who just so happened to be in Las Vegas too.

He first caught a glimpse of her as she was dancing. Even in a room full of people, she was impossible to miss; because Niall only had eyes for her.  Niall realized that he was staring, but just when he is about to move his eyes away she turned around, and for the second time today- he caught her gaze.

"Are you okay?" Mallory asked. Kelsey realized that while every other person on the dance floor was moving to the beat of the music, she was standing perfectly still. Her eyes locked on Niall's. She knew she should look away. Someone might notice. Something might go wrong. But for a second, the room fades away and it's just her and Niall, like it used to be.

"I..." Kelsey began, noticing that Niall had suddenly began to exit his conversation, taking steps in what she could only assume was her direction. She began to panic. "I need to use the restroom," she said quickly before bolting off the dance floor.

Kelsey raced toward the edge of the ballroom, pushing her way through the crowd until she found a bathroom door that was slightly ajar. She flung the door open and stepped inside, turning around the close the door behind her. Except she can't close it, because there in the doorway stood the very person she was running from.

"You can't be in here," Kelsey stuttered as he closed the heavy wooden door behind him. Kelsey stepped backwards, pinning herself against the white marble wall. She felt her heart racing and she tried to inhale deeply to keep it from beating out of her chest. Kelsey thought that she might have been more calm and collected, but something about him, being here, feet from her for the first time in months made her incapable of controlling her physiological response.

Up close, he looked just like she remembered him. His hair had grown a little longer on the top, and his beard was a little scruffier than when she last saw him. Even from the five foot distance they stood at, Kelsey can see the blue of his eyes. But instead of bright and glistening, they look tired and more dull, like he hasn't been sleeping well. 

"Kels, just give me a minute to talk to you," Niall begged, his eyes pleading with Kelsey as though she was determining his fate. He knew that maybe this wasn't the right way to go about this, ambushing her in the bathroom at an after party where there were bound to be paparazzi. But he didn't know how else to do it, since she clearly wasn't going to speak to him on her own volition. Ever since he spotted her in the crowd at the festival, she had been all he could think about. Niall needed answers. And if the answers came from following Kelsey into a bathroom at a crowded party like they were off to have a quick shag, so be it.

"We can't talk Niall," Kelsey replied sternly. It wasn't that Kelsey didn't want to talk to Niall, she did. There was nothing in the world that her heart wanted more than to talk to the man she had been in love with, that maybe she still was in love with. But Kelsey knew this was far more complicated than a simple chat. She had finally begun to feel like she was achieving her dreams, her life was back on an incline. And talking to Niall, even a few words threatened the very life she had dreamed of for years. Any word to Alan Michaels that the two had even been in contact and her dreams of being a lawyer would vanish. Kelsey didn't want to jeopardize that for a chat with a guy that had obviously moved on from her, no matter how much his begging blue eyes made her fingertips tingle.

Niall took a step closer to her, taking in the sight of the girl who has been haunting his mind for months. She had looked stunning under the dim lights of the ballroom, but her beauty was even more illuminated in the fluorescent glow of the bathroom lights. "Kels, c'mon it's fine. No one knows we are in here. Just give me a few minutes," he tries to reach out and grasp her hand, the way he used to, but she instantly pulled away.

Kelsey eyed the bathroom door, wondering if there was any scenario in which she got past Niall without saying another word. "Niall, you don't get it. I can't talk to you," Kelsey threw up her hands in frustration. She thought he was smart enough to know that there had been a reason she had been totally out of contact. Surely he knew her well enough that she wouldn't just abandon him. 

Niall looked at her for a minute, his mind trying to comprehend what Kelsey was saying. "They made you fucking sign something didn't they," he growled, his face filling with heat.

Kelsey didn't say anything. She couldn't say anything, another explicit direction of her agreement. She hoped that her face would give Niall the answer her needed.

"They did," Niall answered his own question, circling around the bathroom as if doing so would help him come to the conclusion he needed. It had crossed his mind, that the reason Kelsey had so quickly broken things off had something to do with his unsatisfied management. He'd tried to convince himself it wasn't true, because what kind of artist wants to believe that the people that are supposed to be looking out for his best interests would willingly sabotage his relationship?

Niall sighed. "We could have done something Kels, I could have left the label, we could have..."

"Stop," Kelsey exclaimed, sticking her hand out in front of her before Niall could continue his sentence. She didn't want this to become a pity session for the what ifs of their relationship. She'd tried her best to move on from their unfortunate circumstances, and from the look of recent tabloids, Niall had too.

Niall sensed a hint of resentment in Kelsey's voice. And rightfully so, he resented himself for ever putting her in this position. But if she wasn't here to give them another chance than why was she here? "If you aren't able to talk about it then why are you here?" Niall questioned, bringing himself to lean against the white porcelain sink.

"You think I came here to see you?" Kelsey said shocked. She couldn't believe the words had left his mouth, as if she would come searching for him after the recent news she had seen. It was clear to Kelsey that Niall didn't want anything to do with her anymore.

"I.." Niall began, but Kelsey didn't give him the chance to finish.

"You honestly think I would come to search you out after you've made it quite obvious that you have moved on?" Kelsey raised her voice. Suddenly remembering where they were, Kelsey returned her volume to a coarse whisper. "Where is she tonight? Where is she?"

Niall didn't need a name to know exactly what 'she', Kelsey was referring to. He looked down at black tile with hesitation before saying softly, "She's not here Kelsey."

Kelsey felt her fists begin to clench. She didn't know why this was making her so angry, it's exactly as she had expected. But something about being in a room with him, hearing him acknowledge that fact that she  is very much still in the picture starts a fire deep inside her gut. She doesn't want to care. She knows she shouldn't. But the pain is still there, waiting to erupt.

"Oh right, she's probably not here because she's having your fucking baby," Kelsey blurted out. She didn't intend for the words to come out so harsh. She knew she shouldn't be angry, it was her that had made the decision to leave, choosing her future over her relationship. She should have known that eventually Niall would move on. She just didn't think Niall would move on so soon- and with Krystal of all people.

"It's more complicated than that Kelsey," Niall shook his head, taking a step towards her. The tabloids ruined everything. It wasn't like the baby was intentional. But Niall had an obligation, and he wasn't someone that was going to abandon his responsibilities. He wanted to explain it to Kelsey. He wanted her to know that it wasn't as if he had forgotten about her and started a new life, but she doesn't give him a chance to explain.

"So it's another stunt then? Just another step in the seemingly endless amount of PR that you have to do in order to be a successful artist?" Kelsey crossed her arms. "I used to feel sorry for you, you know," Kelsey remarked. "I used to feel sorry that you had to live out some pre-planned life. But now..." Kelsey looked straight into the deep blue eyes that had captivated her ever since she first saw them. "Now I see that you just play the victim in it all, when in reality, you are perfectly fine with people choosing your destiny for you."

Niall stayed silent for a second, reading the pain on Kelsey's face. It hurt him to see it. This was never how he intended for things to go, this was never what he wanted for them. Was that what she thought of him? Complacent with his life? A puppet of his label and the entertainment industry? 

Kelsey moved closer to the door, the distance between her and Niall growing. She considered leaving then, walking out the door and leaving Niall behind once again. She knows that's what she should do. But instead, she turned back towards him. "You promised me," her voice wavered. "You promised me you wouldn't fall in love with her." 

"Who said anything about me falling in love with her?" Niall rebuttled, the knot in his stomach growing. He knew this was what was hurting Kelsey, the fact that after all this time Krystal was the one still in his life and not her.

 "Just man up and admit that you've moved on Niall. I can take it." Kelsey challenged. Her voice came out strong, but internally she was holding back tears.

That was it. Niall couldn't take it anymore, this time his voice was the one that rose. "How could you possibly think that I could have moved on from you?"

He walked towards Kelsey, backing her against the smooth white wall next to the door. Kelsey's breath hitched from the close proximity of Niall's body. She wanted to hate him right now, she wanted to scream at him for ever putting her in this situation in the first place. But the truth was, Kelsey wasn't over Niall either.

"I'm still in love with you Kelsey," Niall whispered, his breath now close enough for Kelsey to feel. "I'll always be in love with you." And then Niall's lips crashed into hers.

Kelsey felt like she was moving in slow motion. Her hands tangled in Niall's hair as he walked them to the bathroom counter, his hands strong as he lifted her hips up to perch on the edge. She knew this was exactly what she wasn't supposed to be doing- especially in the middle of an after party in Las Vegas. But being with Niall- his hands on her skin, his lips on her neck- it didn't feel wrong at all. It felt perfectly right.

Tag List: @awomanindeniall​​ , @ihearthemcallingforyou​ , @niall-is-my-dream​​ ,​  @stylishmuser​​​ , @thicksniall

A/N (Pt 2: Update on Updates): Thank you all so much for reading so far! I just wanted to provide an update on upcoming updates :) I'm going to be resuming clinicals next week (Yay!), and it appears my schedule will be quite busy. I’m also traveling to the setting of this very story for my rotation so I’m hoping to get a little exploring in as well. Since my time to write will likely be limited, this is hopefully an acceptable spot to pause Niall and Kelsey's story! I hope everyone is staying safe and well, and look forward to continuing Niall and Kelsey's story with you in about a month! In the meantime, if you are in search of a new niall fic, @booksncoffee​ has composed an excellent masterpost that can be found here!  Or if you aren’t sick of me, here’s mine!

[protecticarus]

PROMPT: Todd somehow sees Dirk talk to Riggens for the first time (in 1x03). I mean like it's unnerving as hell to see cheerful, kind-hearted Dirk look so terrified and hurt (he's about to cry lmao this scene breaks my heart and im crying) especially when Todd hasn't really seen this side of him ever. So like he's just like wtf?? dirk?? my ball of sunshine?? who is this man and do you want me to kill him for you??? bc i will

yes! I love this prompt because I am a dirk!angst fan (what’s wrong with me) & this is our first look into the blackwing side of dirk’s story & therefore it’s easy to put todd into that situation as well. plus I love me some protective todd.

(I’m not sure if you wanted todd to interfere with the actual scene or to talk to dirk afterwards but this is what I ended up writing)

-

“It’s all real, isn’t it? You really are what you say you are. Some kind of… Holistic detective?” Todd asks, already knowing the answer.

“I’m trying.” Dirk replies sincerely. “Is this enough proof? Will you help me?” He asks.

Todd can see the desperation in Dirk’s eyes, how much he really, genuinely wants Todd’s help. Todd doesn’t say anything right away, he still feels unsure about this mess he’s somehow been dragged into, but he also knows he will eventually accept it. There’s no way out for him, not anymore. Besides, something about Dirk just makes it feel like this is supposed to happen. Todd never used to believe in stuff like that. None of that ‘everything happens for a reason’ crap. Yet somehow meeting Dirk seems like something he was meant to experience. Somehow Dirk is supposed to be a part of his life. It doesn’t mean Todd is thrilled about the danger and illegal aspects it has brought him, but he knows he can’t walk away from it. From him.

“Fine.” He finally replies.

Dirk’s face lights up like a child’s on Christmas. He gives Todd a huge smile and pats him on the shoulder. Then he turns around and basically hops down the stairs. Todd is left standing in the hallway. There’s many things on his mind, most of them questions.

He turns around to go back to his apartment, but his feet stop moving before the thought really registers in his mind. After everything that’s happened, after the revelation of Dirk being… Whatever he is and Todd actually committing to this bizarre case they seem to be on, he doesn’t feel like going about things the normal way. He doesn’t feel like going into his apartment and sitting on the couch, chatting with his sister. It all feels… Different.

As quickly as he’d stopped mid-step, he turns back around to go after Dirk. He’s not sure why. He shakes his head, mocking himself for choosing to go after the man who broke into his apartment and claims that they’re friends instead of going back to the safety of his apartment. Then again, his apartment wasn’t exactly safe at the moment. A man had been killed there. It had been broken into. Twice. 

Todd reaches the stairwell that leads to the ground floor and he sees Dirk at the end of it, but something stops him. An ominous voice Todd doesn’t recognize.

“Hello, Project Icarus.” The voice says.

Todd has about half a second to wonder what the hell that means, until Dirk reacts.

“No..” Dirk whispers. “Leave me alone.” He says, but it comes out as more of a plea than an order.

A feeling of anxiety sets in Todd’s stomach. He’d come across all kinds of crazy people in the last few days, but none of them had made Dirk pale the way this man did.

“Svlad, we have to talk.” The man continues.

“That’s not my name anymore.” Dirk says defiantly.

Dirk isn’t his real name? Todd suddenly considers the things he knows about Dirk aside from his eccentric personality and comes up with nothing. He doesn’t really know anything about Dirk, or Svlad, or whatever his name was.

“Dirk then.” The man complies.

“I said leave me alone!” Dirk says with more power in his voice now.

Suddenly a man charges at Dirk and tackles him, both of them collapsing against the bottom stairs. Todd instinctively takes a rushed step forward, going through any self-defense techniques he’s seen on tv in his head, ready to pull the man off Dirk, but stops as the other man yells.

“Friedkin! Friedkin, goddamn it, get off him!” The first man orders.

Todd stays still, but on guard. These people were obviously not friends of Dirk’s and if the situation escalated, he would need help.

“He was escaping!” The younger man explains, still holding Dirk down.

“You release him now, soldier, that’s an order!” The older man yells.

Soldier? Who the hell are these people?

The man, the soldier, gets off Dirk and sits next to him on the stairs. Dirk scrambles to get up and basically wraps himself around the pole at the end of the staircase, grunting and panting franticly. He was obviously shaken, understandably so.

“Is this what you do now!? You just attack people!” Dirk screams once he’s recovered.

“Sorry, sir, I got confused.” The soldier says and gets up from the stairs and walks back to where Todd assumes his commanding officer is standing, out of view. Todd rolls his eyes.

“He seems like a winner!” Dirk comments sarcastically.

“Dirk, listen to me.” The older man says.

“Why? You have new lies to tell me?” Dirk comments.

Todd furrows his brow. What is Dirk’s history with this guy? In the short time he’s known Dirk, Todd’s never seen him so shaken or as defensive as he is around this guy. He lied to Dirk? About what?

“We need you to come back in for a debriefing.” The man says.

Debriefing? On what? Was Dirk… An agent of some sort? He couldn’t have been telling the truth about the CIA… He admitted it was a lie?

“Oh yes, why not, it’s only been sixteen years!” Dirk exclaims in frustration.

Sixteen years? Dirk must’ve been a teenager sixteen years ago? What kind of agency would employ a teenager? 

“Blackwing is under review. That’s why we bailed you out when the police brought you in. It’s the least you can do.” The man explains.

More and more questions form in Todd’s mind. What the hell is Blackwing? They bailed Dirk out?

“The least I could do?” Dirk repeats in disbelief. Dirk obviously didn’t think he owed these people anything. Todd started to feel like this situation was truly threatening.

“This is in your best interest.” The man says.

In Dirk’s best interest? Was Dirk in danger? Well, of course he was, Todd had experienced more danger in the short time he’d known Dirk than in his previous 30 something years of life, but was there more danger than he originally thought? Was someone specifically targeting Dirk?

To Todd’s surprise, his first thought was worry towards Dirk’s safety, not his own.

“You promised them something you couldn’t deliver. You promised me something and you couldn’t deliver.” Dirk says.

Todd frowns. This man had obviously hurt Dirk. Just a few minutes ago Todd couldn’t have imagined hearing the fear and bitterness in Dirk’s voice that was clearly present now. This made Todd worry.

“Dirk, I am not the enemy here.” The man says and takes a step closer to Dirk, now coming into Todd’s view too. Dirk quickly stands up and backs himself against the wall, like a scared animal. Todd suddenly feels the need to stand between Dirk and the man who scares him so.

“And you’re not a detective.” The man continues and Todd can see tears forming in Dirk’s eyes. “You’re going to get yourself hurt or killed if you-”

“I am on a case!” Dirk interrupts in a teary voice. “I have friends! And we found clues! We’re gonna solve a mystery! A real one! And some people think I’m a pretty good detective!” Dirk yells, the last words coming out shaky. He sounds like a child trying to defend himself to adults.

Dirk’s teary, shaky voice breaks Todd’s heart. Dirk takes so much pride in his title as a holistic detective and just earlier he told Todd how he was trying to live up to that title, and now this man was demeaning the thing Dirk put so much effort in? So much so that the man’s words made Dirk nearly cry? Now, Todd hadn’t exactly been on board this holistic detective train until a few minutes ago, but seeing the normally cheery, optimistic Dirk so sad and broken by just the sight of this man? It makes Todd’s blood boil.

Dirk kept panting and fighting tears as the man opened up his mouth again to speak, but suddenly Todd decided he’d had enough. He marched down the stairs, drawing the strange men and Dirk’s attention to him.

“Todd…” Dirk almost whispers, obviously surprised to see him.

“Who is this?” The man asks.

Dirk opens his mouth to speak but Todd beats him to it.

“I’m his friend. And I’d appreciate it if you left him the hell alone, now.” Todd says, coming to stand between Dirk and the man, trying his best to appear as intimidating as he could despite being the shortest of the four men.

Dirk looks at Todd, his eyes shining with unshed tears, his expression somewhere between shocked and grateful.

“This doesn’t concern you.” The man says.

“Like hell it doesn’t. I don’t appreciate people making my friends cry. Actually, I have a tendency to punch the daylights out of people who do that.” Todd replies.

“Todd.” Dirk says, his voice a clear warning, but Todd doesn’t break the intimidating staring contest with the older man.

“Do you want me to take him down, sir?” The younger man asks.

“No!” The older man and Dirk exclaim at the same time, the man’s voice giving out an order, Dirk’s tone more pleading.

“Dirk…” The man tries again.

“I suggest you get the hell out of here unless you want me to call the cops.” Todd says with no intention of actually doing so, since he is currently, possibly a murder suspect. “And I never wanna see your face here again. Or anywhere near Dirk for that matter.” Todd continues. 

The man seems unsure for a moment before nodding slowly. He walks towards the doors and then stops and turns back.

“I’m only trying to protect you, Dirk.” He says.

Dirk shakes his head behind Todd. “I don’t care. I don’t need you.” He says.

The man sighs and gestures for the younger man to follow him. Once both of them are out of the building, Todd turns towards Dirk.

“Are you okay?” Todd asks, adrenaline still burning in his body.

Dirk swallows. “Yes. Well, no. But yes. I’ll be fine.” Dirk mumbles. “Thank you, Todd.” He whispers.

Todd gives him a reassuring smile. “Sure.”

Dirk gives him a small smile, still a bit shaken from the interaction.

“Who the hell were those guys anyway?” Todd asks.

Dirk looks down at his feet. “It’s… A long story. And I’m afraid it’s not a happy one.” Dirk replies.

“Hey,” Todd says and places a comforting hand on Dirk’s shoulder, which gets Dirk to look up at him again. “It’s okay.” He promises. Dirk smiles a little more brightly this time.

Then Dirk sits back down on the bottom steps and sighs. Todd follows suit, sitting right next to Dirk and immediately placing his hand back on his shoulder. Dirk looks to Todd, as if to ask for permission. Todd gives him an encouraging nod.

Dirk takes a deep breath.

“They’re a part of a CIA operation called ‘Blackwing’…”

-

if you have any fic ideas, please send me prompts! I’d love to write them. my inbox is open! xx

[thesoutherngems]

Short Stories

“FIGHT YOUR DESTINY”

By: Jewell Delos Santos

June 9, 2021

If breaking the destiny is equivalent to a few days to be with you. I can handle everything just to be with you. How will Marissa deal with the visions she sees in her mind and problems she will face? Will she deal with it or just ignore it? What if she saw in a vision his own daughter, what would she do?

Marissa grew up in a well off family. Even though it is overflowing with love from their parents, it still bothers her that she has the ability to see the future, dream visions often come true in a reality. It gives a warning or just a simple event in another person’s life. When her parents died because of the accident at the beach, she was deeply sad and regretted what happened because she could not stop it. She had already seen it in her vision but she just ignored it.

(Three year passed)

 In the province of Laguna, Marissa and Gabriel live their lives simple and happy. Lisa is the only child of Marissa and Gabriel. When Marissa’s parents died, her parent’s property in Manila they decided to sell it and used to start their life in Laguna.

(MARISSA POV)

Marissa: Gabriel, Lisa come here to the dining table, the food is ready so we can start to eat.

Lisa: (Smell the dish) it smells like good MA, for sure I enjoy eating again. (Lisa says happily)

Gabriel: Gosh daughter, there's nothing wrong with you when it comes to food, especially if your mom cooked it.

(Gabriel's face shows the pain he's dealing with; he knows in himself that he won't last long here on earth.)

Lisa: Dad, you're really mean to me (Pout but he also suddenly smiled at his father)

(When they finished eating, Lisa volunteered to wash the plates. Meanwhile, the couple went straight to their room to rest.)

Gabriel: Labs, we know that I will die soon. Especially since this is also what you see in your vision. If I get lost here, don't forget me and don't leave our daughter. You will always remember that if I die, you are the only woman I will love. Even if I lose our child next to you but in your heart I will stay, I will always watch you from afar.

Marissa: Mahal stop it, you said you will fight cancer, we can overcome it, so you need to be strong for us for our child. You are strong, I know you will not give up. What I see in my vision maybe I was just mistaken. We can still be together for a long time, you can still monitor our child's puberty, stop talking like that.

(The couple's conversation became emotional, but Marissa knew that everything her husband said was right.)

A year later, Gabriel's illness worsened. They accumulated and Marissa's inheritance from her parents was exhausted. Not long after, Gabriel passed away. It was painful for the mother and daughter that Gabriel had left them.

Marissa raised their daughter Lisa, who is now fifteen years old on her own. By working in the market, she has to pay for it every day and she is able to study with Lisa. Even if they go through the hardships of life. They don’t give up on life but it became his strength to face the trials and the problems.

(She saw another vision in her dream, a vision she did not know if she could handle it.)

Marissa: Lisa, you will take care of this house first, after all, it's Saturday, do your activity and assignment so that you don't have to worry about passing it. Be careful here Lisa, call me when you need something.

Lisa: I'm just here at home, but thank you for reminding me. You have to be careful of your work mom.

Marissa: By the way, your aunt Anna is going to come here to the house, she's the one who takes care of you. In the meantime, she will stay here with us so that when I am in the market, you can have someone with you.

Lisa: go ahead mom, be careful I love you (kisses her mom's cheek)

Marissa leaves but the vision she saw does not disappear from her mind, she is very afraid of what will happen. A few days passed and Marissa's vision came true. Lisa's illness was slowly showing signs so she was rushed to the hospital when she suddenly lost consciousness in their home.

(Marissa's mind goes blank as she arrives at the hospital from the market.)

Marissa: Anna what happened to Lisa, what did the doctor say? Where is he now? Anna, you answered. (I can see the fear on Marissa's face)

Anna: Ate, she's in the emergency room right now, there's still no updates because until now the doctor hasn't come out yet.

(They remain silent and wait for the doctor to come out)

Marissa: (Marissa quickly stood up when she saw the doctor) doc how is my daughter? What is her condition?

Doctor: I will tell you that your child is not okay. He needs to have surgery as soon as possible to prevent the cancer cells from spreading in his body. For now, she will be moved to the bedroom first.

Marissa: All right, doc, do everything for my child. Thank you.

She is facing her child who is currently sleeping. Her dream vision is slowly happening. She didn't think it would come true. She turns her mind to how to pay for Lisa's hospital expenses and medications. She, earning from working in the market and the help of her relatives, would not be enough. She just had a headache. She rested for a while next to her child. When she woke up, she was confused and sweaty and fainted.

Vision: Marissa saw the child lying on the hospital bed, weak and could see in her eyes the pain and tiredness she felt. She approached the child who raised her hand, she kissed him firmly on the forehead at the same time, and the flow of tears in her eyes. She walked away from the child for a moment and saw the change in its facial expression. At the point where the child's hands fell from her grip, a mother could hear the sound of a straight line on the machine standing on the side of the bed. Signs that his daughter Lisa is dead.

Marissa: Anna, can you take care Lisa, I'll just talk to our neighbor Eva.

Anna: Sure, why do you need to talk to Eva?

Marissa: Eva offered me a job and I will accept it to pay our bill here.

(Marissa has already left and she goes to Eva's house)

Marissa: Hello, Eva, how are you?

Eva: oh Marissa why, what are you doing here?

Marissa: About the job you mentioned to me, can I still do it? There is a real need for Lisa's expenses.

Eva: Of course maybe that's it? Exactly the other day I will go out of Manila again and again, if you are sure you will come with me.

Marissa: Thank you so much Eva for the job you offered to me. I will be coming back to the hospital to say goodbye to Lisa first. (She says with a smile but there are traces in her eyes of sadness and fear that she will be separated from her child.)

(Marissa doesn't know the job she's going to get is an entertainment house)

(Day of Marissa and Eva's departure to Manila)

Marissa: Lisa, I'm leaving, will you be stronger? Get well. Your aunt Anna will be the first to be with you here but every Saturday and Sunday I will go there and take care of you. The ones I told you to follow, always listen to what your aunt says. (Reaches the sketch pad) Here I bought you because I know you love to draw, so you don't bore here in the hospital.

Lisa: Thank you ma careful in Manila, I will miss you. (Kisses his mother's forehead) Bye ma i love you po.

She didn't expect that the job waiting for her in Manila was just an entertainment house. She tried to eat her own dignity to cover Lisa's medical expenses and hospital bills

Almost two years ago, Marissa got used to her job even though it hurt her that this is the job she just accepted for her child.

Lisa was released from the hospital, they only went there on the day of her checkup and therapy. Everyday Marissa calls her child just to check and to say hello to her daughter. Lisa's hobby was drawing, that's all she did in their house.

Lisa is alone in their house, while she is alone Lisa thinks about her condition. Lisa said to herself, I'm only seventeen years old but am I experiencing this sickness? I became a kind child, obedient to my mother. Why me? Why do I need more? There are so many bad people in this world but why me, why do I suffer from this kind of disease? I want to live a long time but I'm too weak, so I will be able to leave me. Please prolong my life. I don't want mama to be alone here, I know she will be hurt when I die.

(Lisa cries when she suddenly faints, Anna comes out to call her for lunch Lisa, shocked when she sees Lisa lying unconscious)

Anna was shouting to help them to take Lisa to the hospital. Their neighbor came out and helped Anna take Lisa to the hospital. She also immediately called her sister Marissa to tell her what had happened to Lisa. But when they got to the hospital Liza died because she was sick.

(Two weeks ago when Lisa died, until now her mother could not accept her passing. For the second time, her loved one died again.)

(While Marisa was arranging the bereaved child's belongings, she saw a sketch pad under the pillow of Lisa's bed. She looked at her daughter's drawings when she saw a letter.)

(Lisa Voice Over)

Hi Ma, I know when you read this letter I’m with papa here paradise. Don't blame yourself for losing Papa and me, you don't want to see the consequences in your vision. I know you're in so much pain right now. Even if we lose your side, here we are looking at you from afar. Request to heal the pain you are feeling right now. First of all, thank you so much for raising me, taking care of me and loving me. You have been my partner and guide in my trials and problems. I will never forget the times when I was weak and you were there by my side ready to help. Thank you for sacrificing yourself to work at the club for my hospitalization and treatment. Yes, you're not mistaken for wet, I know that's how you work and I'm not ashamed of you but I'm grateful. Maybe you're wondering how I found out, the night you and Aunt Anna were talking about your work I heard your conversation. I'm sorry, I left you right away, I fought back, I tried to cope with all the therapy that was done to me, but my body couldn't handle it anymore. My body gave up. I know that the time will also come when papa and I will be together and at that time there will be nothing to separate the three of us. You always take care of yourself, you always take care, I love you so much mama. Until again.

~ Love Lisa

After reading the letter written by Lisa, Marissa was groaning in tears.

After a year.

Carrying the child's drawing, along with the sister, Marissa went to the cemetery visit of her husband and child. They decide to celebrate in the cemetery for Lisa’s eighteenth birthday. She did not regret that she had done the job and never thought of doing it, working at a nightclub, because she doing it for her lovely daughter.

THE END