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Chapter 6

"Daddy Dearest."

I opened the door surprised to see what was on the other side. A beautiful garden in full bloom. Colors exploding from every corner. I felt the need to pinch myself, to make sure it wasn't a dream. Smack dab in the very middle sat a beautifully crafted white table. Lilly galloped, and led us to the white table. I noticed that some things for tea were set there.

I had only been to a tea party once. Mommy took me to one once, and it didn't turn out well... Let's just say Miss. Sylvester was not pleased and called me a disgrace. She had her own talk show, and was known as "The Ellen DeGeneres of her time". She was known for being... Mouthy. Not afraid of what people thought of her, and not caring of what people thought of her either. She was considered a role model, but I don't see why people would like to be like a woman who calls 5 year olds "disgraces".

"Wood you wike sum tea, miss?" Lilly offered. I played along, only with a British accent.

"Why yes, I would really fancy some tea." I giggled.

Soon enough, Lilly got bored and we came back inside. But secretly, I didn't wanna leave the beautiful garden.

Lilly and I talked a bit over an old episode of "SpongeBob Squarepants".

"Bef." she said quietly. You could tell she was getting sleepy. She put her head in my lap, and looked at my face.

"Yes Lilly?"

"Wiw you stay here foweva?"

The question took me by surprise. I didn't know what to say. So I lied.

"Of course Lilly."

I felt horrible. You're sick. Are you proud of yourself? You just lied to a freaking four year old. I thought to myself. I immediately felt my throat close up, followed by a small tear drawing a path down my cheek. I focused all my attention to the retarded sponge on the screen. Finally when it was over, a rerun of "Big Time Rush" came on.

"Lilly, would you like me to change it?" I asked, knowing that four year olds weren't really into things like these.

I quickly looked down when I didn't get an answer. Her eyes were closed. I smiled, and picked her up. She wasn't as heavy as how much you think a four year old would be. I didn't know where to bring her, so I brought her to the living room, where Finn, Will, Emma, and Rachel were all chatting over some cups of coffee.

"Hello!" I said walking into the room, not to loud to startle Lilly.

Will put down his cup, and grabbed Lilly.

"I didn't know were to put her." I explained.

Will took her, and suddenly they were both out of sight.

"Well..." Finn said, standing up. "Let's get going." Rachel nodded, and stood up.

After saying our goodbyes, we were in the car once again.

We suddenly pulled up to a cemetery.

1,000,000 things ran through my head in that very moment.

"What are we doing here?" I demanded.

"Just come." Finn said reassuringly. I walked forward. The cold wind sent a shiver down my spine. Rachel quickly took off her black trench coat and put it on my shoulders. It was warm and comfy. We kept walking forward until Finn and Rachel both stopped. I did too. I looked down, glancing at the gravestone in front of me.

Here lies:

Noah "Puck" Puckerman

Beloved son and husband.

Before I knew it my eyesight was blurred. I couldn't see. Suddenly, I was hugged. I wiped my eyes, and realized it was Finn. Then I felt Rachel's fingers soothingly run through my hair. I pulled away, and kept on staring at the stone. The tears came again, only this time, more. I quickly hugged Finn again. He was like my only comfort source. I could've stayed in that spot forever, but I hated to seem clingy. I held on for a while longer, then let go.

"If you want, we can give you a few private moments with your father." Rachel offered. I nodded, and they walked towards the car. I didn't know what to say, so I started to sing. I had heard this song only once before, but I remembered it oh so very clearly. I took a seat and the grass in front of my father, and began to sing "Angel" by Sarah McLachlan.

"Spend all your time waiting for that second chance, for a break that would make it okay. There's always one reason to feel not good enough, and it's hard at the end of the day. I need some distraction. Oh beautiful release Memory seeps from my veins. Let me be empty and weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight.

In the arms of an angel. Fly away from here, from this dark cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear. You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie. You're in the arms of the angel May you find some comfort there."

I abruptly stopped. I looked at the stone once more. It was hard to love someone you didn't know. But somehow I managed to, right then and there. The words slipped from my lips before I could stop them.

"I love you dad."

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