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Summer sat at her vanity, her eyes focused downwards, mimicking her spirits. Her black dress clung tightly to her upper body, stopping just below her knee and running and inch below her shoulder. Her hair was tied up in a tight bun, away from her face.

Today was her father's funeral.

She heard her door open and softly click closed.

"Sum."

"I don't think I want to go."

Seth didn't know what to say to her for once. So her knelt next to her and softly rubbed her back.

"I'm not wearing any makeup." She continued.

"That's okay."

"I've put it on four times, but I had to wash it off because, because it got all smeared when I began to cry and I'm out of water proof mascara," Summer said trying not to cry again.

'It's okay Summer, you're beautiful, you don't need makeup."

She nodded and stood grabbing her purse and sticking Princess Sparkle in. Seth was amazed how easily she could be persuaded.

"Can you grab those sunglasses on the dresser," she asked him.

He grabbed the glasses and watched as she put them on.

She took a deep breath and looked to Seth. He reassuringly kissed her on the temple as she reached for his hand.


Summer didn't think that all the tears she had cried in the last five days even came close to the amount she had cried in the single hour of her father and step-mother's funeral.

After all the guests had paid their respects to both Neil, Gloria, and sent their condolences towards the family, most people had headed off to Summer's mansion.

Seth watched through all this and when the last Newpsi kissed Linda on the cheek he walked up to the grieving family.

"Hey," he said to her.

She smiled weakly at him.

"Summer you ready to go?" Greg asked.

"Can I have a minute alone… um… inside," she pointed at the church where her fathers ashes sat in an earn, waiting to be spread across the ocean.

"Well, of course, but there are all those people waiting…"

"I'll take her home, my parents left in my dad's car and I have my mom's." Seth offered.

They nodded reluctantly and left.

"I'll meet you in the car okay, take all the time you need," he once again kissed her temple and he walked to his car as she walked into the church.


Summer sat in one of the wooden pews. She wanted to say so much but she couldn't get anything out of her mouth. She looked up at the stained glass window of an angel, and the words began pouring out.

"Daddy, I, I don't know if you can… um… hear me. I've never really thought much about if there is a heaven or not, I guess I figured I would wait and see. But I really hope there is one, because then I would know you are happy, so I'm just gonna talk and hope you're listening…"

She took moment and began again.

"How could you leave me, daddy? What am I supposed to do without you? I need you. I.. I'm so scared dad. I really wish you were here. I'm so sorry for anything I ever did that made you mad, I'm sorry I didn't spend as much time with you as I would have liked. And I hope you know how much I loved and appreciated you, because I really did, so much daddy, so much."

Tears were still falling as she looked up at the ceiling.

"You don't have to worry about me daddy, I'm going to be okay. I don't know how but I will. I know you never liked Seth much but he's been so great though all this, and I have the Cohen's and Marissa and Grandma and Grandpa. But if you ever want to drop by and make sure I'm okay, I would like that. I don't know if I would know when you do, but I'll try my hardest to."

Summer stood slowly and walked to the doors of the church.

"I love you daddy, goodbye," she kissed the tips of her fingers and held them over her heart, and walked out the door.


After everyone had left Summer's home she had decided all she wanted to do was sleep. So Seth and Marissa left in promises of coming over the next day.

Once Seth got home he decided that the only way to get rid of his slamming headache was to sleep it off. His parents had other ideas. So when he was about to walk up the stairs his mother stopped him, saying that her and his father would like to talk to him. So he obediently followed them into the kitchen and sat in one of the counter stools.

"Seth, we talked to Summer's grandparents," Sandy spoke.

"And?" Seth questioned.

"She's moving to Tennessee at the end of the week."

"What, you said you were going to help her." Seth said standing up.

"I tried but the only way to help was to have her grandparents agree to keep her here."

"We talked to them Seth," Kirsten tried, "But they want her to move in with them, we told them all about her life here and how hard it may be on her but they wouldn't consent."

"We tried son, we really did."

"Not hard enough obviously, did you offer that she could stay here, maybe they would let her if they didn't have to move out here and leave their lives, did you try that? Huh?"

Seth was raging but Sandy tried to remain calm.

"Of course we did Seth, we offered that she could stay here. We offered they could come as often as they liked, we offered everything we could, but ultimately it's up to them, and there taking her with them."

Seth was heartbroken, not knowing what to say he stormed up to his room.


Seth walked into Summer's room around eleven o'clock the next day. She was sitting next to a pile of flat boxes.

"Cohen," Summer said surprised to see him, "I left a message on your phone saying I would come over later to talk to you."

"About you leaving?"

"So your parents told you then?"

He nodded.

"I don't want to go, you know that right."

"I guess," he sighed.

"Don't guess," she said.

"Sum, why, why can't…"

"Why can't I what, Cohen? Stay? I don't have a choice. I've tried everything."

"Not everything. Emancipate your self from them, your 17, almost 18."

"I can't do that to them."

"But you can do it to me?" Seth asked in disbelief.

"How the hell did this become about you Cohen? I can't fight anymore, I'm too tired."

He came closer to her.

"I really don't want to lose you," he sighed, wishing he could take back everything he said, the look he hoped the look he gave her said that.

"You won't," she said softly.

But they both knew they were loosing each other.

"Need help packing?" he asked.

She smiled.


AN- It's just a transition chapter, I'm not to proud of it.

EN- I edit this as I sit in Emma's room at her laptop and its hard to imagine that when I started editing for her it was like a half year ago. So she's on the floor straitening her hair. And I'm here editing or more beta reading if you prefer.

AN- I redid chapter 4 and like it better so if you want to go back and read it its stil pretty short, like 461 words