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Words from Before It's Too Late by Goo Goo Dolls.
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“Kiara.” His warm longing voice enters my ears. I felt his warm breath against me. Kiara. Kiara. Kiara. He’s speaking my name so softly and gentle I can imagine my name forming on his lips. Kiara. I curl up my lips at his voice, my father’s voice. His voice was like a gentle breeze that ruffles your hair in the summer, his voice was like the warm gust of wind embracing you in autumn, the happiness of spring and the strong heart of winter that runs deep. I inhaled a deep breath and imagine his scent, but I’m unable to grasp it, relieve it. His scent is thrown far away from me inside an ocean, washing his smell away. The smell of home is diminished without him because he was my home. He was the home I returned to everyday in school, the home I returned to from summer camp. He was the home I returned to from anywhere. He’s standing over my bed in my room, stroking my hair gently. I shifted my head towards him and I met his bottomless emerald eyes that I had missed for what seemed to be centuries to me. My heart swelled slowly like waves lapping on the shore in the beach and then furling itself to a flower blossoming, expanding into a crimson rose. My heart thrummed carelessly inside me as I feel the glow on my cheeks. I’ve left the world and returned to my father. This time I really believed that wherever I am, I will find myself walking to him, my home. His grin spread reaching his eyes glinting and he chuckled softly instantly reminding the whisper of a silent forest that seemed peaceful. Everything about my father can be defined into my world. “Dad.” I whispered to him softly. A look of confusion had crossed his face then. Brows furrowed, lips twisting into a frown. “Kiara, it’s me. Johnny.” He said ruefully and stroking my hair once again.
My eyes flit open and I met Johnny’s deep blue eyes. His face had the same expression my dad had. Confusion. Apparently, I must have dreamt my dad thinking my eyes are open and that I finally moved on into a new life. “I’m not dead yet?” I ask Johnny, my breath feeling shallow and overwhelmed. I eyed him carefully wondering if he was real or not. His hand froze where he stroked my hair that was splayed all across the pillow in a mess. I shifted my eyes above me where his hands rested on the crown of my head and he reluctantly fell his arms uselessly on his sides when he saw me staring at it. The silence thickens the atmosphere that was clouding my bedroom and all I could see right now was his blue eyes that seemed awfully familiar like my dad’s, bottomless and deep. My heart clenches itself as I remind myself: Dad died. Get over it. You’re not dead yet. “You passed out.” He simply said. I stare at him in confusion. He ran his fingers over his gold wavy hair nervously. I glanced at his hair where it’s curling when the length reaches just below his ears. “Really Kiara? You don’t remember us blocking the door?” his eyes peering into me, trying to tell me something that only could be understood if you learnt eye language. Then it comes flooding back, his words making sense. I bolted upright on my bed and looked at him bewilderedly. “It’s you! Marcie. Blocking the door, you got there before me and I ran first towards the door! What did you just do? You’re demons! I knew they existed!” I started on him, my voice rising. I don’t know how my mind could conclude them to be demons but my mind was grappling to what I knew and what I sorta-maybe-believe. What I saw just now was abnormal, so them being demons wouldn’t be any different. I stare at him, expecting for an answer but his mouth perked upward smiling or maybe smirking at me. A hint of amusement played across his lips as he smiled at me. “Wait, why were you stroking my hair? Are you molesting me?” I gasped aloud shifting away from him cautiously.