So this is literally Cole's POV
Fun facts:
- it's in the story OvO
I do not own Ninjago
After finding out about the sad departure of mom, I ran out of the hospital as fast as I could. Not turning back, even if my name is being called. I ran until I was back at my house, luckily I had a spare key for the door. As soon as I got in, I went straight to my room and locked myself inside.
In my room, I pulled a drawer by my study table and grabbed my sketchbook.
Before I started, I heard the front door open, I took a peek and sighed.
It's just was just dad, I guessed he followed me when I left.
I watched him as he go into his room, I heard some noises and decided to go back to sketch something to clear my mind.
After a few doodles, I heard the door creak, I took a peek again and saw dad bringing boxes to the attic.
I had a feeling the boxes are full of mom's stuff and decided to check it out after he leave if he does at all.
When he's done, I saw him went down to the kitchen, then left.
After making sure he already left, I first went to the kitchen. I saw a note on the fridge it says, "Cole, son, I'm gonna stay at the guys' apartment for the whole night. There's some frozen pizza and waffles in the fridge. Love you 3"
I was angry at dad, how could he leave me in charge after mom died. I barely know how to live by myself. Heck, I'm not even at the legal age.
I went back to my room, almost forgetting my plan to check the boxes.
I open the attic door and turn on the lights.
I was right, it was mom's stuff. All of it, from garments to sketchbooks, from accessories to someone's stuff?
I didn't think of that for long. I took mom's grey hoodie for remembrance, then left the attic. I went back to my room, pulled my drawer again, and grabbed my journal since I can't take it anymore.
Dear Diary,
Today's the worst day of my whole life, mom just died. The person I love the most just died. I mean, I knew it'll one day happen, but I didn't expect to be this soon.
I miss her, not just her physically; her voice, her laugh, her singing, her hugs, her kisses, my memories of her, and most importantly… her unconditional love.
She had loved me for who I am, inside out. She supported me when I told her I didn't want to be a singer nor dancer. She was my only light in this dark world.
And guess what dad did. He just shoved all her stuff to the attic and left to practice with his quartet. I can't believe him! This is his wife we're talking about. My mother.
Now that she's gone, he'll finally have his dream come true; for me to go to the Marty's Oppenheimer School thing(I can't remember the full name, so yeah). He now can force me to be neither a singer nor a dancer.
I mean, I can sing and dance very well, but it's not what I wanted to be… I just want to be whatever can fulfill my promise to mom.
I groaned as he remembered that day, it felt like it was yesterday, but in reality, it was 6 years ago.
Some days, I think if I could fulfill that promise or not.
I sighed again as I looked at the time, it was 11:45, better get some sleep.
Thank you 4 reading ^^