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I decided to write this chapter in Blue's POV to show more feelings/emotions, etc. Also, it will be in the present tense.

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Blue's POV

I hate him.

I hate how he's trying to pry his way into my heart. It's frustrating and really irritating.

Yesterday went by with an ordinary conversation; he asked questions, I answered.

Most of the time.

It's like he doesn't care if I want this or not. I honestly regret ever giving him an answer that day in the cemetery.

The sound of the front door opening caught my attention. My mom's face beamed as she opened her mouth to talk to whoever was outside. Like yesterday, I'm in the living room reading one of my favourite books; To Kill A Mockingbird.

"Lucky, darling. Chance is here, " Mum says, bringing me back to reality. I mentally groan but keep a blank expression.

Chance walks through the front door with a smile on his face. I slightly cringe at the sight of him. I envy the fact that he has the courage and strength to smile even after the death of his ex-best friend. I envy him to a point where I want to strangle the joy out of him. How can he be so happy? How can he wake up every morning and act as though nothing happened?

"Hey, love, " Chance greets me. I blink and ignore him, turning my attention back to my book. He sighs and grabs it from my hands. My lips part in shock, and I stand up, scowling at him.

"Give that back, now, " I say through gritted teeth, stressing on the word 'now'.

Chance raises an eyebrow at me and shakes his head. "You don't scare me. London was way scarier than you in high school, " he says, pursing his lips.

My chest aches when he says my brother's name. Anger boils inside of me, and I clench my fists.

"Please, stop, " I say calmly, the venom noticeable in my tone. He stares blankly at me before shaking his head. I open my mouth to say something, but he cuts me off.

"We're going out."

I pause, and my heart skips a beat.

Going out?

The heat rushing to my cheeks makes me look in a different direction and take a step back. Chance notices my embarrassment and chuckles lowly.

"Not that going out, idiot. I mean, I'm taking you somewhere." He explains, rolling his eyes.

Looking at him, I slowly nod, standing up straight. A groan escapes my lips as pain shoots through the lower part of my back due because I was slumping whilst reading my book. Then it clicked. I could use that as an excuse to stay home.

"I don't want to go, my back hurts," I say bluntly.

Chance says nothing. Instead, he drops the book on the couch and grabs my hand, pulling me towards the front door.

"We're leaving, Miss Valentine," he announces loudly so my mother could hear him. My eyes widen, and I grab hold of his hand, trying to pry it off of me.

"Have fun!" Come from my mother, her voice cracking at the end. I frown, and my body goes limp at the sound of her. She's crying again and I hate myself for it.

I know, I should not hate myself, but I do. She's out here, bawling her eyes out whilst all I do is sit on the couch reading a book as though my brother didn't just take his own life.

What pains me, even more, is the fact that I can't cry anymore. I ran out of tears at the abandoned building. Throughout that time, I sat there mentally screaming and bawling out loud, beating myself up. Tears were pouring out of my eyes, merging with the water on my cheeks. It was agonizingly and brutally painful.

The cold air from outside brings me back to this cruel world. The hair on the back of my neck stands up as shivers crawl up and down my spine. Chance lets go of my hand and look at me.

"Where are we going?" I ask after a few seconds of him staring at me. He shrugs and places both hands behind his back, one on top of the other.

"You'll see." He replies.

After a few minutes of walking, we finally came to stop. My jaw slackens a little as I look at the store in front of me.

"I'm gonna take you here every year on your birthday."

London said those words to me when I was ten years of age. He promised that he'd take me to this specific shop every year on my birthday. That all stopped the day he came home from our aunt's house and stayed home permanently. I was curious about why he just stopped going there and distanced himself from us, but I never asked why because I was afraid of his reaction. He wore a masked of anger that scared all happiness from my body, so I chose to back away. I didn't want to hear the words of vexation he would scream at our mother whenever she asked him what was wrong.

"Pretty, isn't she?" Chance asks, bringing me back to reality. I look at him from the corner of my eyes and hesitate before nodding. "Let's go inside, " he says, opening the door for me. I slowly walk in, turning my head from one corner to the next, examining the inside of the coffee shop.

It hasn't changed one bit.

The tables are still blanketed in blue clothes, the ceiling which was light blue before remains the same colour except now it looks fresh as if someone just repainted it. The only different thing about this place is the chairs.

"Uncle Keith, " Chance calls out, shutting the door behind him. Shortly after, a middle-aged man walks out of what looks like a kitchen, his long hair tied in a messy bun and an apron around him.

"Mr. Vaun, " I whisper softly. He hasn't changed a bit either. He looks the same as he did four years ago. Mr. Vaun turns to face me and he smiles. "Hello, how may I help you?" He asks. I blink and frown as a response.

He doesn't remember me? I mean, I have changed but not that much.

"Uncle, this is Lu- Ow!"

I glare and release the skin pressed between my fingers. Chance rubs his side with his hands, pouting at me. It stings that he does not remember me, but it's better that way. He hasn't checked up on me in the past four years, seeing me now will definitely cause a world pool of emotions to burst through the almost elderly man. Plus, I'm not anyone important to remember so I'll just leave it that way.

Chance pouts and turns back to his uncle. "Fine, this is Blue. He lives a couple of houses down the street," he says rolling his eyes. Mr. Vaun nods and stretches out his hand. "I'm Mr. Vaun, but you can call me Keith," he introduces himself.

I stare at his hand for a while before grabbing it. "Blue," I say dully. His smile falters a little and he tilts his head to the side. "You look awfully familiar. Have you ever come here before? A regular customer perhaps?" He asks, his eyebrows furrowing.

I immediately shake my head. "N-no," I lie. He nods his head slowly, a little skeptical, but lets it slide.

"Anyways, I was just at the back preparing a small breakfast for Pete, wanna help?" He asks, turning to face his nephew. Chance nods and they both turn to me.

I blink, as usual, and shrug.

Keith grins and turns on his heels, walking back to the kitchen. I proceed to follow him but Chance stops me, grabbing a hold of my hand. I snap my head towards our hands and gulp, my heart pace picking up. "Reason number two, meeting new people," he said softly before pulling me into the kitchen where we soon began cooking.