here is chapter 7
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Sydney's POV
Vaughn is gone now. I stare at the door.
I cannot believe Vaughn did that. he touched my forehead.
The touch. his hand was very big and warm. his hand was just like
. my dad's hand.
I cannot believe this is happening to me right now.his touch brought me my childhood memory. Memory which I didn't even know I had.
Vaughn's touch was so much like my dad. The warmth and the feeling of it. it was just like my dad.
I try not to cry. because my head is hurting so much now. but the feeling of Vaughn's touch and memory of my dad won't go away.
I was probably 8 years old. I got a very bad flu. I couldn't eat anything for the whole day. My nanny tried every thing but I didn't want to eat, I didn't want to even look at it.
I just stayed in my bed that night, trying to sleep. Then suddenly I heard my dad coming home. Two days before, he had left for a "business trip". But he was at home the night.
He came in to my room and look at me. Then he slowly touched my forehead, checking my temperature. His hand was so big and warm.
I close my eyes.and I can still feel it.
He held his hand there for a while and said,
"You have a bad fever".
I remember I was so surprised by what he did.
It was certainly good to be touched by my dad again.but. it was very painful touch as well.
After my mother 'died', he became very distance to me. He didn't talk to me, and he didn't hug me anymore.
I didn't understand him. I couldn't understand why he became like that. I needed him so much but he wasn't my real dad. I missed my mum but also my real dad too.
But that night, he looked almost concerned.worried about me. I remember. I felt. I saw a fragment of my real dad again in his eyes. the dad who had showed and taught me what love was.
That minute he put his hand on my forehead, my entire emotion... as much as 8 years old could feel, hit me.
I cried.
It was too much for me.
This man was with me in the house as my dad but I realised that he had become a stranger to me.
But somehow that night, my real dad came back and he was with me. How was I supposed to understand this?
I wanted my real dad back so much and there he was, but I knew he would be gone very soon.
I was relieved that my real dad still existed in this man but very scared at the same time. So scared that I wished my real dad hadn't come back to me.
I cried because my whole world did not make sense to me anymore. This little girl's world was filled with uncertainty. It was...petrifying....
I remember that night; he hugged me when I stared crying.
He hugged me.
He hadn't done that since my mother "died". Why did he hug me that night? Who was he? Was it only a dream?
I realise I have been crying.
I cannot believe one touch by Vaughn brought me this memory. his touch was just so much like my dad.
His touch was so soft and warm but at the same time, it felt painful and terrifying. His gentleness and warmth are too much for me. the feeling of being cared is.somehow, too nice and too good to me. makes me feel. uncomfortable.
Why can't I feel his gentleness as it is. why do I have to feel it as a pain? Why does my heart take his warmth as if it was coldness?
Is my heart damaged that much? Can I ever feel his warmth as it is again? Because, I really want to. feel it.
He touched me with his warm heart but my heart was too cold for his warmth. it got burnt.
I just want to sleep. I look at the soup but I don't want to eat it.
Then, I look at the M&Ms Vaughn left for me. A tiny smile creeps on my lips. I grab it and open the packet. I put one M&Ms in my mouth, tasting Vaughn's sweetness. but tears fall down on my cheek.
I put the packet back on the table. I look through the window and see the pretty lights of London's eye. I hope there are many children who have a better life than me.
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Sydney's POV
Vaughn is gone now. I stare at the door.
I cannot believe Vaughn did that. he touched my forehead.
The touch. his hand was very big and warm. his hand was just like
. my dad's hand.
I cannot believe this is happening to me right now.his touch brought me my childhood memory. Memory which I didn't even know I had.
Vaughn's touch was so much like my dad. The warmth and the feeling of it. it was just like my dad.
I try not to cry. because my head is hurting so much now. but the feeling of Vaughn's touch and memory of my dad won't go away.
I was probably 8 years old. I got a very bad flu. I couldn't eat anything for the whole day. My nanny tried every thing but I didn't want to eat, I didn't want to even look at it.
I just stayed in my bed that night, trying to sleep. Then suddenly I heard my dad coming home. Two days before, he had left for a "business trip". But he was at home the night.
He came in to my room and look at me. Then he slowly touched my forehead, checking my temperature. His hand was so big and warm.
I close my eyes.and I can still feel it.
He held his hand there for a while and said,
"You have a bad fever".
I remember I was so surprised by what he did.
It was certainly good to be touched by my dad again.but. it was very painful touch as well.
After my mother 'died', he became very distance to me. He didn't talk to me, and he didn't hug me anymore.
I didn't understand him. I couldn't understand why he became like that. I needed him so much but he wasn't my real dad. I missed my mum but also my real dad too.
But that night, he looked almost concerned.worried about me. I remember. I felt. I saw a fragment of my real dad again in his eyes. the dad who had showed and taught me what love was.
That minute he put his hand on my forehead, my entire emotion... as much as 8 years old could feel, hit me.
I cried.
It was too much for me.
This man was with me in the house as my dad but I realised that he had become a stranger to me.
But somehow that night, my real dad came back and he was with me. How was I supposed to understand this?
I wanted my real dad back so much and there he was, but I knew he would be gone very soon.
I was relieved that my real dad still existed in this man but very scared at the same time. So scared that I wished my real dad hadn't come back to me.
I cried because my whole world did not make sense to me anymore. This little girl's world was filled with uncertainty. It was...petrifying....
I remember that night; he hugged me when I stared crying.
He hugged me.
He hadn't done that since my mother "died". Why did he hug me that night? Who was he? Was it only a dream?
I realise I have been crying.
I cannot believe one touch by Vaughn brought me this memory. his touch was just so much like my dad.
His touch was so soft and warm but at the same time, it felt painful and terrifying. His gentleness and warmth are too much for me. the feeling of being cared is.somehow, too nice and too good to me. makes me feel. uncomfortable.
Why can't I feel his gentleness as it is. why do I have to feel it as a pain? Why does my heart take his warmth as if it was coldness?
Is my heart damaged that much? Can I ever feel his warmth as it is again? Because, I really want to. feel it.
He touched me with his warm heart but my heart was too cold for his warmth. it got burnt.
I just want to sleep. I look at the soup but I don't want to eat it.
Then, I look at the M&Ms Vaughn left for me. A tiny smile creeps on my lips. I grab it and open the packet. I put one M&Ms in my mouth, tasting Vaughn's sweetness. but tears fall down on my cheek.
I put the packet back on the table. I look through the window and see the pretty lights of London's eye. I hope there are many children who have a better life than me.
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