Wait

Silent cries were heard from where I sat down, discarded tissue paper filled the empty space, droplets of rain from before embezzled the softness. I stood there, staring at each and everyone of them, you could see the lies through their ways, their tears might seemed as care but their eyes betrayed them, it strongly pronounced the word they failed to say.

Satisfaction.

Her father, her pitiful father stood at the puppet, yelling words that had no effect on anyone, his eyes were bloodshot, evidence that he had been crying. He looked dejected, like life had just thrown him into a dark, empty tunnel with closed ends. Pity.

He suddenly broke down crying, Martha, his wife ran up to console him, she dragged him away from the sympathizers.

Their precious daughter failed to conceal her happiness, her jagged smile took most space on her face, she looked like she had just won a lottery, at least she wasn't fake.

Years after her death, she was casted out as a stigma, she was still called weak, she was still called a loser but she was the strongest person I was fortunate enough to have loved.

She was strong enough to consume that poison, to kill herself and they had the audacity to blame her when all she did was to take her misery away, it's not like they were helping- they were the cause of it in the first place.

"...but I'm glad she did, because she's in a better place now, where she can grow her wings and fly high. She'll be fine, as always and I'm sure her halo would shine the brightest. And you know the best part? She's the greatest story I'd ever told." Chase smiles at her.

"You could have saved her,"

"You can't save a person who doesn't want to be saved Char,"

"Grandpa do you love her more than grandma?" Charlotte, his granddaughter asks him. She is just like her, her smiles, her ability to conceal her emotions and the biggest of all- the exact way she says 'I'll be fine' whenever she gets scolded at or looses any of her toys, just exactly like her. He's really fortunate to have chosen Char's name for her as well.

"Yes baby, you know why? Because she's my guardian angel and don't tell your grandmother I said that, okay?"

"Of course gramps, I'm your favourite grandchild, aren't I? And I don't kiss and tell"

"Where did you learned that word from?" He chuckles, surprise written on his face.

"Uncle Blakey taught me,"

"Of course," He shakes his head, it's no surprise Blake would be the culprit, he's the fifth out of five children God blessed him with. He's really a fortunate man.

"What happened to her family?"

Chase chuckles at the memory, "Hm. They got what they deserved baby."

"Do you think she's my guardian angel too? Is that the reason you gave me her name-" Charlotte takes a pause and scrunches up her face while counting her fingers. She snaps her fingers almost immediately and grins widely "I get it now, it's because I act like her right? Oh and because I do say I'll be fine anytime something bad happens to me, am I right?" She asks gingerly.

"Yes, yes you're right. You're just like her, you're smart, kind and very pretty and because of that, she's your guardian angel too."

"I'm her twin!" She exclaims.

"Uh huh," He nods his head at her words. He sits up straighter on the hospital bed, he drags her chair to his side and exhales as he lays back.

"Gramps, do you think she will like me?" She asks sadly.

"Anyone would be foolish not to like you my darling. She will love you just as much as I do okay? And don't you worry, I'll tell her all about you when I see her up close." He smiles, patting her tiny back affectionately. Who knows a five year old can be so smart. Such a genius.

"You're 89 papa, you will be too old for her and she'll be pretty as daisy, you'll be her guardian when you become an angel too." She says, smiling while swinging her legs back and forth.

"You're right, maybe it's time I pay her a visit and put your assumption into action. And when I become an angel, you'll have two angels protecting you."

"I'm the luckiest girl in the world!" Charlotte yells.

"That, you are- my child, now go and do your homework, it's getting late. Your uncle Blakey will drop you off at your parents' place okay? And do not forget all I told you, if you're sad, tell someone or Blake- he's a clown, he will make you laugh. If you want to grow old just like your gramps, never ever try to commit suicide, you'll not only bring sorrow to yourself but to your family. Be good to your parents and others, do not change your character for anybody and if anyone ever makes you cry, tell your uncle Gideon. Now go my child,"

"Will I see you tomorrow?"

"If God wills it." He says calmly.

She nods her head and stands up from her chair, she walks closer to Chase and pecks his cheeks and forehead. She smiles sadly at me and run out of the room before the brewed tears at the corner of her eyes can fall.

He smiles mentally, seventy two years without her are the longest he has lived, the first five years after her death, he lived in complete misery until he met his wife, Grace.

She taught him how to love once again, she made him give life a chance, before her, he was an empty shell, gradually, she fills his shell with daisies and he'll be forever indebted to her.

Who would've thought that the next time he'll be seeing her will be exactly after seventy two years? He can't wait to be reacquainted with her and this time he's positive he'll be fine too, just like her.

He smiles warmly as the darkness consumes him, welcoming the sweet abyss and the itch to see her once again.