Almost Unbreakable

Daisy sat at the computer desk we had in the corner of our living room. She was typing away at her new book. She was writing a fiction story. It had nothing to do with what went on these past few months, apparently it was about how we met. Our love story with a few minor changes like names, where we lived, and the end of it. Apparently, she came with me instead of what actually happened.

She sent the first chapter to her college professor and she told me he really liked it. He also had a ton of connections with publishers and that's what she wanted. She wanted to publish her work. I've read what she had so far and it was incredible. Truly amazing.

I was worried she wasn't as fine as she said she was. Her father just died and she's acting like nothing happened. Even after what he did to us, it would be hard to just forget about something like that.

"Honey, come take a break." I whined, looking over at her. She chuckled, shaking her head.

"I'm almost finished with this chapter." She said, making me sigh.

"Please?" I stuck out my bottom lip and she dropped her head on the desk. She shut her laptop and walked over to me. I immediately pulled her onto my lap. I felt my heart tingle feeling hers beat against mine. How is it physically possible to love someone as much as I love her?

I looked down at her, noticing her eyes flutter shut. Her brow was furrowed in what looked like pain.

"Are you alright?" I mumbled.

"No, my head is killing me." She groaned, burying her face in my chest. I pressed my lips to her forehead lovingly.

"I'm sorry." I said against her skin.

"It's whatever." She sighed.

"Daisy, I'm worried about you." I said. She pulled away and looked up at me.

"Why?"

"Your not at all sad? Not in the least that your father died?" I asked.

"I don't know, Andy." She huffed and crossed her arms, but still leaned into my chest. A tear surfaced in her eye and quickly trickled down her cheek. More tears threatened to spill but she wiped them away with a remorseful and shaking hand. "I hate him. All of them. For what they did. It's hard to forget."

"I know." I rubbed her arms, "But it's abnormal to not feel anything."

She was silent for a moment, just staring at the coffee table in front of us. Tears were still streaming down her pale, smooth cheeks. She bit at her nails and blinked often.

"Of course I feel something." She muttered, "I feel sad that I lost the father I had so many years ago. When I was a child and he picked me up on his shoulders and spun me around. I lost that man a long time ago, Andy, so that's why I wasn't moping around. It was like my real father already died. I've already grieved for him."

I felt my heart break at her words. In a couple of hours my parents. My loving parents were coming out to LA from Ohio to see me.

Because they missed me.

Daisy's parents never did that. Why did she have to grow up in such a broken home.

"I'm sorry." Was all I could say because truthfully there was nothing else to say.

"It's fine. I had my grandpa." She smiled softly.

"Yeah." I said burying my face in her neck, "And me."

"And you." She chuckled and I loved the way I could feel her body move when she laughed. I loved the way her smooth skin felt against mine. Or the brilliant way her eyes lit up when I touched her. I truly felt like Daisy was made for me and being a seventeen year old boy when we first met, I was too dumb to see that.

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