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Part I – Is there so much hate for the ones we love?
Emily laughed as she felt the cookie hitting her hard on the face. Her sister throwed it at her after an impressive remark about how Louis seemed to like Hope.
It was late at night, and their parents should be home at any time, the mess they did on the kitchen and now were doing at Hope's room, wasn't going to please any of them. But they did know that they would be mad for two minutes, and then they would wake the maid up, and tell her to clean it all.
"Hey, little girl, you should go to bed… You look tired…"
Hope pulled her sister closer in bed and hugged her. They haven't even taken their dresses off, which made the bed look smaller that it really was, but that was that the beauty of their relationship… They didn't have to be all dressed up, their looks didn't matter when they were together.
Emily stared at the seilling feeling good about herself, wishing that they could both be like that for a long time. Forever, even. She knew she wouldn't mind that. The only person she could talk to was Hope, and she didn't want to find anyone else… She didn't need anyone else, but her sister.
The next morning, Emily woke up on Hope's bed. The only diference was that Hope wasn't by her side. She felt her body aching because of the tight dress she slept with. It seemed to be really early in the morning.
She slowly got out of the room and walked through the corridor to her bedroom. Trying not to to be loud.
"Morning…" she said to her father and sister who where quietly eating on their dining room.
"Good morning, dear." Her father said not taking his eyes out of the paper.
Hope smiled at her.
"How was your dance last night?" He said turning the page still not looking at any of them.
"It was fine, Emily dance with Louis."
"Oh.. That's good…"
Hope looked at her father, her eyes burning with anger. Emily knew that. She felt it too… She wants to take the paper out of his hands and throw it away, make him look at her. But he wouldn't… He never did… And it hurts…
"Where is mom?" Hope asked with her eyes still filled with sadness and anger, staring at the paper.
"Oh… She woke up sick this morning…I don't think she will get our of bed, it will be better for her to rest today…"
Emily looked at her sister with wild eyes. Worried. Hope just said 'no' quietly.
Part II – Tell me, we both matter, don't we?
"Paris is beautiful!" Lorelai said looking out of the cab's window. She had only been in Paris once, but it was rainy and cold… Now it was a sunny, warm day and the city looked magical. "God! I forgot how beautiful it was!"
"Yes, it is." Emily said also staring at the view from her window.
It was hard to be there. Harder than she thought it would be… To be in Paris and known that when she rings the bell of her sister's house on the suburbs of the town, Hope won't be the one to answer screaming, and hugging her. To be in Paris, and to know that Hope's voice won't be heard this time… Or at any other time for that matter…
"You should have brought me to a proper visit to Paris years ago…" Lorelai said smiling sweetly, trying to make her mother laugh.
Emily looked at her, and smirked.
"You should have asked for a proper visit to Paris years ago."
With that Lorelai turned her head and opened her window, wanting to feel the "French" wind on her face.
"Hey, mom?" She said closing her eyes
"What?" Emily said still with that distant tone in her voice.
"Oh.. You should do this…Open your window…"
"Lorelai…"
"Really! Open it! It feels like flying!"
"How would you know? You never flew!"
"Oh! Of course I did!" Lorelai said smiling widely with her eyes still close. The taxi driver looked at her curiously, and understanding what she was doing, after thinking "Crazy Americans" he turned the wheel to enter at the Champs Elysée and felt the urge to make the young woman at his back sit, to smile more widely. So he just went a little bit faster.
"Mom! Do it!"
Emily gave in and opened her window. She didn't regret it. Closing her eyes she understood what her daughter was saying… She felt like she was flying… And for the first time in two days, she smiled a real smile.
Part III – And if I only could, I'd make a deal with God, and I'd get him to swap our places
It was a sunny day… A warm day, with cool breezes that would enter through her bedroom's window and play with her dark hair while she was laying in bed not wanting to get up just yet. It was a Sunday morning and she couldn't think of anything else but how confortable she felt in that room.
She would have tp get up, eventually, she would go to her mother's bedroom and read a book to her. Her was sick for a week now, but it was alright. The doctor said she would be better in a few days, she just needed to rest. And Emily and Hope were making sure she was resting. Hope would sing songs to them and they would read any book her mother felt like reading… While they were both at school, Helena has to be on her own, but as soon as they got home, Emily would run upstairs and lie down with her mom.
She heard a knock on the door, and immediately closed her eyes pretending to be asleep.
"Emily?"
She was surprise to hear her father's voice. He had never entered her room before, and she never thught he would.
"Emily…Wake up…" He said in a low, weak voice, she never heard coming from him.
She him sitting by her side on bed…
"Emily… Wake..Up…" And then, she felt the agony of listening to someone you love crying. He cried slowly and desparetly, but still trying to hold it back, not wanting to wake his daughter up any longer.
His warm hand caressed her cheek, and she felt it shaking. She had the urge to hold it. She'd always think twice before she would make phisical contact with her father, but she gave up fighting against it…And grabbed his hands open her eyes slowly.
His other hand was covering his eyes, ashamed to be showing that much of himself.
"Don't cry, daddy…"
She said whispering.
He stopped crying and looked at her. His eyes, that were always so empty and cold, were now full of sad emotions, she couldn't understand…
"Don't cry, daddy." She said again, wishing that the emptyness would come back. It was better than that.
He caressed her face harder.
"You have to get up, little girl…" He sighed hard, and passed his hand through his teary cheek. "We have to say goodbye to your mother…"