It has been a few weeks since Alice was out of the hospital, her arm fully healed. Her mother was very mad at her child, she locked her in the iron window room without food for a day. She locked in another following day for disobeying her mother, another way for attempting to see Citrine.
Alice's father had enough of his wife's cruel ways and took Alice away. He went to live in a little two bedroom apartment, he filed for divorce.
Alice sits on a bench with Citrine near by her own home, they eat ice cream under the hot summer sun. "What are we doing today?" Alice asks Citrine with a mouth full of sweet vanilla and strawberry ice cream.
Citrine shrugs her shoulders, "I don't know, the sun is so hot!" she bursts out. They let out a contempt sigh, unable to come up with an idea. It was a hot day, the nearest beach is not near at all for them.
"Can we go to your house?" Citrine smiles at her friend, hoping to hear an answer.
"Yeah" Alice smiles back, grabbing her friend's sticky ice cream hand and running to her house. They enter and let out a heavy sigh, the cool air conditioned air feel great on their warm skin.
"It's such a hot day" she moans wiping the sweat from her forehead. They collapse on the long auburn couch, the fan above spinning quickly.
"Wanna color?" Alice asks, holding up a blank piece of paper. "okay!"
They begin to color and ask each other girly questions that are proper for their ages, being around seven is just silly questions that revolve around food, colors, music, toys and clothes. Being a girl free of corruption and worries like adulthood.
Alice draws a cartoon version of Citrine and herself as they are older, they made a vow that night that even in the dawns of their ages and deaths on day they will be friends forever despite the distance between them. Behind the two girls in the picture had somebody that Citrine let out a shriek, "It's my dad, why did you draw him?!"
Alice blinks unable to figure out why she drawn him. "I don't know...I don't know..." she repeats over and over again. A blush tints her cheeks as her friend continuous watches her. "Do you like my dad?" she asks, sticking her tongue out in disgust.
"Nobody likes my dad, no one!" Citrine fakes a vomit sound before teasing her dear friend.
"Eww...I-I don't!" Alice defends, feeling the blush darken. "I-I do?...I..." she covers her face, wanting everything to disappear from her.
"You do, oh my gosh! You like him!"
Alice slams her head on the coffee table, hearing her friend's laughter. "S-stop it, I don't like anybody! Please!" she sobs as she begins to cry.
Citrine stops, choking on her own words. She places her arms around her friend's tiny frame, "Sorry, Alice. Please stop crying, please? Shh shhh" She snaps, before looking up in shock.
"Please stop crying, for me?"
Alice wipes her tears away, "O-okay"