June's POV:

I sit down on my couch with my new book. The weather, well... it's my least favorite. It's a bright sunny day! I open my book and start reading, though my mind is elsewhere. 'Austin,' I mumble as I remember my ex. He's, well... a complicated person. Not only did he break up with me once, but he had the nerve to come back and ask me out again. Not that I rejected him, but I wish I did... because when he first broke up with me, we weren't in too deep, and now... well, it's almost as if I was in the Titanic submarine, sinking 13,000 feet deep.

Can I ever move on from him? I wonder as I continue reading the book. Over time, I've shown almost all of my friends his photo and described his personality... well, all I heard was, "If you're going to love a red flag, at least love a handsome red flag. That guy looks like literal poo" or something similar.

My mind constantly wanders to these thoughts, urging me to move forward and find someone who truly appreciates me. As I flip the pages of my book, my imagination comes to life. I start picturing a kind, handsome guy, another guitarist who would treat me with the respect I deserve. I dream of our serendipitous meeting in the upcoming music classes I am signed up for in a few months. In my daydream, our connection would be a secret shared between just the two of us, a bond formed through our love of music and whispered dreams. I smile at the thought of his affection, imagining how he might make me feel at home...

But what scares me about these thoughts is the possibility that he might not even be real to begin with. What if I never meet someone like him? Reality terrifies me. I wish I could simply live off my imagination... Life would just be perfect.

He honestly seems so perfect and real... I could never actually make out his face nor how he really looked. I always imagined how he'd always understand me, be there for me and instead of pushing me to move on... he'd wait till I'm ready.

But what hurts me is when I remember my ex... Jonathan Elliott, It's hard to forget him, especially when I meet him every day at my school, When I still find him looking at me with his dark eyes... He is such a complicated person that its fucking annoying.

I am interrupted by the bell which rang from downstairs, It's probably my dad. My parents divorced a long time ago when I was 12 years and I choose to live with my mother, I never really liked my dad to be honest. I have to meet him every Wednesday or Thursday, Which is today.

I sigh, "and in three, two... One"

"June!" my mom called

I roll my eyes and get off of my comfy seat, I place the book on the couch and walk to my door. I open it and make my way downstairs to find my dad standing with the biggest smile I have seen him put on in probably my whole life.

"Hey dad" I put on a fake smile, giving him a hug Which I never put emotions to, He hugs me back lovingly,

Soon we parted, and He looked at my mom, She looked guilty over something.

"June, I have some news" My dad says, still smiling

"What is it?" I look at him, in confusion

"You're going to live with me from now on, Darling" he tells me, shaking my whole world...

I look over at my mom, feeling distant... I had the feeling which I couldn't name at all, not at all to be honest. I look back at him and smile softly, I want to ask him why but feeling as if its rude I just sigh,

"How?" I ask, I felt like crying, Though no tears escaped my eyes.

"It's hard to explain, How about I explain on the drive?" he suggested which I nodded back,

"When is that?" I ask

"tomorrow evening" he smiles as he pets me,

"Okay." I give him a smile back and run upstairs, I close my door and go back to where I was, Sitting on the couch and reading.

Yes, I felt upset, really upset to be honest. But how exactly am I supposed to name this emotion? I felt like someone and squeezing my heart, I felt like I wanted to cry. But no tears no nothing were left in my eyes,

I know now "why are you so upset about leaving your mother?" Well... You don't fucking know what type of my father is, He is no dad, He is a father who I feel shame to address.

And what I hate more is...I can never hate this man, No matter what... I am just a copy of him.

Why do I hate him? Well not all incidents should be remembered.

You know, some people don't deserve second chances, and some deserve to rot in hell. That's the type of man he is.

I hate reality.

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(authors note:, sorry everyone, My first language isn't English so there may be many mistakes, and I didn't mention June's trauma since it holds a part of the story which will be revealed soon. Thank you.)

(love you all <3)

June's POV:

I throw my bag onto my shoulders and put on my shoes, I glance back at my mom one last time before heading for the door. I turn the knob, opening it and taking a step Outside

Outside waited my dad with my stepmom in Their little family trunk, She isn't mean or selfish no she is actually a nice woman which is probably the reason I pity her,

I had a younger step-brother, Kyan. He is about 6 years old. Who didn't seem to be in the car

I get myself onto the back seat and put my bag beside me, I look over at my father and stepmother and smile softly,

"Good evening" I greet them, not that I have meant it though.

"Good evening darling..." My stepmother smiled back as my father began the car,

The whole car ride... Seemed silent, yet the tension in the air was visible to even a child.

"Where's Kyan?" I finally ask my stepmother, she is well... A nice friend to have,

"He's at kindergarten dear, he's having a little sports festival there" She says, looking out he window as if to avoid my gaze

"You guys... Didn't go?" I ask out, surprised.

"It's not important" My father now speaks

I fall silent, understanding the situation... Same old controlling man. I had no energy nor any motive to argue with this man,

"Dad, could you stop the car? I was thinking of maybe meeting a friend" I smile at him, a fake masked smile with disgust and hate.

"Sure honey" He smiles and stops the car,

I quickly get out, and close the door, allowing the car to leave.

I walk to a nearby taxi stop, waiting for a taxi

He was always like this, always chasing the academic value and never caring about his children. But I as an older sister have my responsibilities, And I will not let my little brother face the things I faced... no never.

After a few minutes I couldn't find a taxi, no not at all.

Now what do I do?! I maybe just have to ask for a lift from a stranger.

I look around the road and to my luck... I spot a cycle! There was a girl around my age by it, I make my two her and smile.

"Hey... I was wondering if I could get a lift?" I ask her, awkwardly

"Oh! Actually I have classes now, but my brother works here, he can help you!" She points at a nearby bakery,

"Thanks" I smile and walk to the bakery, I enter and look around.

I spot a well... gergous black haired man, I felt like I was looking at an actor from Hollywood. I shake my head, No June! It's not the time to simp for men, it's time for responsibilities!

"Hey uhm" I suddenly realize... I didn't even know who is that girl's brother nor did I get her name...

"Oh hello miss, How can I help you?" He asks politely, turning to face me,

"Oh uhm I was wondering if I could get a ride, a girl with a cycle told me her brother works here, and I could actually get a ride from him" I explain, smiling softly,

"Oh, Your talking about Lloyd? One second miss, His shift is over, I'll call him." He smiles and goes inside, after a few minutes he comes out with a Blonde man.

The man had tan skin, blonde hair and soft sage eyes... I felt myself soften as I meet his gaze, Its officially crush season.

"Hello…!" I smile at him, In which he returns

"I heard everything, please follow me" He gestures me to follow as he began walking, In which I immediately did,

He led me towards his car and opens the front seat beside the driver's seat for me... I immediately get in and wait for him to as well

He gets in and starts the engine, This car is I think a Toyota chaser? I look at him as he begins driving,

"Where to?" He asks me, glancing at me with his soft gentle gaze,

"Cardio Kindergarten" I tell him,

"oh and! Is this by chance a Toyota Chaser?" I finally ask, shy if I am wrong

"Yes" He replies, smiling

After about 17-18 minutes

"We arrived" he says, stopping the car.

"Thank you so much! I will repay you when ever I have to chances to, I promise" I say quickly, hurrying out of the car and entering the kindergarten

The place was crowded by parents, I squeeze to the front and look around, in hopes Kyan's part hadn't ended. And to my luck, it didn't! Right after a few minutes Kyan's name was announced.

After a few moments I could see Kyan running, my expression softens at the sight but quickly changes as Kyan falls down, brushing against the concrete, injuring himself.

As he slowly gets up, teary in pain, his eyes fall to me. He seemed surprised to see me, but I could see a little light in his eyes as he quickly got up and started running again though help was already on the way.

I could feel everyone a little surprised as a little kid didn't cry but instead ran again, and so was I! This kid is always trouble! He... He is hurt so badly but look at him go, is he running for me now? I couldn't tell, but felt worried about him.

I waited for this running part to end, so I could talk to him, and take him home... "I am proud of you though Kyan..." I mutter to myself, proud of him as well...

(Author: hey pookie, how are you pookie? drink some water and eat some food! its winter so ofcourse keep yourself moisturised and don't forget to let me know your thoughts! And before yall come at me I have created a chat story version!)