She felt warm inside. Like happiness just flowed through her veins or something.
She then realized that she’s have to recount her family history. She tensed for a moment, but then realized that the person she was telling it to was August.
It’s fine, Estelle. Calm down.
She took a deep breath and started.
“I was five years old when my sister Julia was born. We were super close.” She paused for a moment. She hadn’t said her sister’s name in years.
“My dad was a huge role model to me. He was in the army and worked in the hospitals, so he taught me a lot about first aid. After he left the military, he became a real estate agent and became really successful. We lived in a private neighborhood and everything” She squeezed his hand at the thought of her dad.
“And uh,” she paused. Go on, just say it.
“One night, when I was asleep, my dad took Julia and they disappeared. I was eleven and she was only six.” She paused for a good minute or two.
“My mom and I knew nothing. Everything in Julia’s room was normal, almost untouched. We didn’t hear anything and my dad didn’t leave a note. All of his belonging and clothes were gone.”
Another breath, Estelle.
“My mom filed missing persons reports, and they came up empty and all that. She was diagnosed with depression when they closed the cases. Luckily she’s in recovery now. We never talk about it though.”
She paused and looked at him.
“After they closed the cases, my mom took down every photo she had with my dad and sister. She only has one photo of Julia in her bedside table.”
She began shivering a little bit.
“I wonder sometimes,” she started welling up.
“I wonder if they’re okay, or if…” she sniffles.
“If Julia knows me, if she thinks about me and stuff.” She wiped her eyes.
“It’ll be five years this December. They left a few days before Christmas.”
She looked at him with extremely red and puffy eyes.
“It just sucks.” She said, wiping a few tears away.
@elgenbloskenwriter22 - This library scene tho!! i-