Okay, so since reviews have dropped drastically for the last chapter, I figured I need a change to draw everybody's attention again. I am VERY SORRY if I bored you with all that fluff, but all I gotta say is: it's a big part of this story and if you want me to do justice to them and keep this story up there is one thing I need you to do: keep on reviewing and let me know what ya think!

I know all that fluff was a lot during those first chapters, and again, I'm sorry if you're bored, I hope this can make it up to all of you who were not reviewing for what reasons ever. I just hope you didn't give up on this already!

I hope you'll like this! I am nervous about it, because it's something I never did before (you'll notice what I mean after you read the first few lines)

Chapter 9: Insight – Part I

She was sitting on the lounge chair in her living room, her feet put onto the small bench that belonged to the chair. She was looking out of the big living room window at the garden with the small patio and the fresh green grass and of course the bushes of red and white roses. She was thinking of the older days. Days from the past. Days when she had been happier than she thought she could ever be, happier than she'll ever be again.

She imagined her husband being in the garden and playing with their daughter Amelie. She imagined the girl smiling and laughing and telling her daddy she loved him. She thought of the last Christmas they shared together, the still small girl wishing more time with her dad and their last new years eve where they kissed each other and said they loved each other. She remember Amelie's last birthday they all celebrated together. Her gaze wandered to the album in her hands, that now rested on her lap. It showed photos of the happy small family, Amelie smiling brightly, just as her parents did. She turned the pages back to a picture that showed the three year old Amelie in front of the Christmas tree, with shining eyes. And then she went through all the pictures again, till the end where she had placed the pictures from her daughter's prom that was last month. This time there were pictures without her dad.

"Darling, I'm sorry… but… I'm leaving." He had told her. That was 7 years ago, when Amelie had been 11 years old. That day her heart broke apart and she'd been somber and also angry ever since. The only things that reminded her of the happy family they seemed to be were those photos, their daughter Amelie and her wedding band, which she kept in a box, safely tugged away. Amelie didn't really understand why her father left and she missed him very much the first few years. When Amelie was 14 years old she asked her mother about her dad and why he left them and she told her the whole story. She was old enough to understand. Sure she still loved her dad, of course she did, because he sent her expensive and exclusive gifts for her birthday and for Christmas and he also bought her a dress for her prom, which of course wasn't just a simple and cheap one. She could understand that Amelie loved that dress and all the gifts her father sent, but she was mad at him for leaving them and that he didn't spend time with his daughter at all.

Thinking about all those painful memories caused a single tear to roll down her cheek. It was a few weeks before that fateful day would have it's 8th Anniversary. The day where he left her and then the same day where he married again just one year after he left his family behind. She hated his new wife more than anything and at the same time she wished it was her instead of that woman, the woman who torn her family apart. She heard footsteps on the stairs behind her and quickly wiped her tears away.

"What ya looking at, mom?" Amelie asked as she walked closer. She already knew what her mother was looking at, but she was worried about her. She knew her mom was still hurting and so was she, but Amelie just wanted it to finally go away and let her mom find someone new.

"Just some photos. You know, I loved your prom portrait." She replied.

"I'm sorry, mom. I know you're still hurting. To be honest, I worry about you. Are you sure you don't want to come with me to see that new movie tonight?"

"Uh, Amelie, I am too old for you youngsters. What do they think of you when you bring your mom to a movie?"

"They'll think that I love you very much and get along with you much better than all those wannabe chicks do. And my friends would think you finally enjoy us again."

"Honey, you know I do enjoy us. Without you I'd probably be dead already. You're everything I have to live for."

"Mom, outside this house there is a lot more to live for. Why not go out and have some fun and find someone new?"

"What for? To be dumped and hurt again?"

"Well, dad has someone new."

"Don't forget that SHE was the reason he left his family!" she almost shouted at her daughter and instantly looked at her in remorse. "Sorry, honey, I didn't mean to yell at you."

"I know. But I want you to come tonight."

She looked at her daughter's serious expression and thought for a while, fighting an inner fight with her brain and her heart, before she finally nodded her head.

"Okay, I'll come with you."

"Great!" was Amelie's happy reply.

She watched her mother as she closed the album and put it onto the small table next to her lounge chair. She looked sad and somehow lost. Amelie would have loved to take her into her arms, but she knew that her mother hated when she does that. She didn't want any pity.

"What did I do? Why?" she suddenly asked and seemed far away.

"You did nothing mom." Amelie tried to soothe.

"You know, every time I sit here and look into the garden I see you playing with your dad and I wonder if he has children with her and does the same things with them as he did with you."

"You really think about that?"

"He always wanted a son…"

"Mom…"

"What do I wear tonight?" she suddenly changed the topic and looked at her daughter who was looking at her with a confused expression.

"Jeans and that beautiful blue top I gave you for your birthday." Amelie said.

"Good. I'll meet you in the hallway in about 2 hours, is that okay?"

"Exactly when we have to leave."

"And I'm buying the tickets."

"Thanks mom! I love you!"

She watched Amelie hurrying up the stairs and then got up to take a shower.

"I wonder who those new people are, Michelle told me about on the phone." she thought while she walked up the stairs a few minutes later.

So? Did you like it? So this was a change of the POV during a story I wrote in 1st person's POV, but I've seen Jerry Cotton doing that in his novels as well, so I hope it's okay with you.

If you liked this little break and the change of the narrator, then I'll might include a few more chapter like this! So PLEASE review and tell me what you think! I REALLY NEED your opinion!

Have a great rest of the week, everyone, and don't forget: REVIEW!

A/N: For all of you who haven't seen it already... I posted a new story last sunday! I'd be happy if you'd take a look at that one, too and maybe review? Especially for Lucy fans :)

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