Spades, a twilight fanfic

SPADES

Jess Ruiz

The characters and events portrayed in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

DISCLAIMER: All of the following Fictional Characters is to be credited to the one and only, Stephenie Meyer.

Rated K+ - other languages may not be suitable for young readers below 15

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~PROLOGUE~

"Whoosh... whoosh.." It was the sound of the wind. I can surely feel it passed my ear, leaving a hissing sound. My hair dramatically floundering around with the winds. I close my eyes. I can hear the deep silence— the whimpering of the mourners, the crackling of dried leaves— it shed tears in my eyes.

Everything seems perfectly fine. I was chatting along with the greatest man of my life, my "someone special". It never gets old. I remember him holding my hand so that I can learn to stroke a brush on a plain paper. He tells me wonderful stories while I watch him paint a picture. By that way, I completely felt connected with him. How he never lose his smiles, whenever I'm around him and weep whenever I'm hurt.

And all of a sudden that man of my life , my true hero— he's gone. I can't believe he passed away. I never felt triumph when he decided to leave me. He used to tell me, not to cry when someone dies, but— "You freak!" I squealed. "Why, dad? You promised." I murmured to myself. Charlie Swan, is some of that barely-famous person you'll ever know— the mister know-it-all.

Renee Dwyer was over my shoulder, my beautiful, erratic, blonde mom. "Baby!" She cried blatantly. It was hard to see her like that— and to see my dad covered with dirt like that, is much harder. I mean, it's never gonna be the same again— like it was before. I wasn't aware of his agony, that's what hurts the most. I wasn't there to take care of him when he feel out of breath, when he felt his heart collapsing. My face was built with remorse. I watched the men dig a dirt with the spade and throw it off beneath the surface.

My best of friend was there. Jessica Stanley— she was there to condole me. And there it goes— a piece of white rose I hardly released from my hand. A tear was left with the soil that's hiding him, and it was my tears— most of it. Rest in Peace, Charlie Swan, my someone special, my hero, my dad.

The funeral was over. I looked up in the sky, watching the birds fly— no it wasn't a poetry. It was more of my dynamic senses, I believe. I hope this doesn't last long, I hope someone gives me a path to proceed. Everything's fairly different now, I guess. I touched the gravestone, it was the last thing I did. "Goodbye, Dad." I nod. It was my first time to actually say goodbye to him without showing a smile. And then, that's it, my father's life ends with a paint brush, and I promise to keep this— until the day I die.

**That's it for now— I hope you would join me on my dream story.

**Author's Note: I am one hundred percent Filipino. That is why you would notice my lack of English Vocabulary and my wrong grammars. Please do correct me if I'm wrong. It is honestly my second language, for all my life I spent here at my country. Thank you.

**HEA? I don't know yet and if I did, I'm not gonna tell you guys either. I don't want to spoil you. LOL

**Chapter 1 is on it's pre-production status.. hihihi