This is an early update (new year special) enjoy, I love you guys ❤
#Daigefamily.

•°That's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt- Peter Van Houten.

~Paige~

I read the heading of the newspaper three times not wanting to believe what I had just read.

-New York Billionaire's Death - Spark's Departure.

Dylan's father was found dead today early in the morning. I couldn't continue reading I dropped the newspaper as I felt my heart shrink.

I couldn't imagine what would be going on in Dylan's mind or how he would be feeling right now.
He lost both of his parents.
I didn't know what to do so I called Alex.

"Alex," I muttered, not knowing what to say.

"He bolted!" Alex divulged and I shook my head as I brought up my hand and covered my neck as I thought of the endless possibilities of dangerous things he could have done to himself.

I headed upstairs, changed into something more presentable
and raced to Alex's house, because he's the only one Dylan would go to when he's in such situation.

"Alex, I'm scared," I babbled, the second he opened the door.

"It's okay, he won't harm himself. I'm sure."

I sat down with Alex waiting for Dylan's appearance. Each time Alex would take a look at his watch, while I took a look at the time display on my phone.
I didn't say a word, Alex kept on assuring me that he won't harm himself.

For what seemed forever, Alex and I waited anxiously for some information about Dylan.

After an hour and thirty minutes the door bell rang and the second I heard the bell ring, my heart raced. I was not ready for what I was about to see yet at the same time I wanted it to be Dylan.

Alex and I exchanged glances before he stood up and went to open the door.
I stood up, heart in hand waiting in anticipation.

Shrieks of laughter filled the place the second Alex opened the door and I recognized it as Dylan's.
I let out a breath relieved that he was still alive.

"You're worried?" Dylan blurted before he laughed and Alex shouted at him, asking him to shut up.

"Oh Paige, you're also here?" Dylan slurred.

I gasped covering my mouth with my hand scanning his every feature.

He had a pallid face and bloodshot eyes surrounded by dark circles underneath. His eyes partially opened giving him a perpetually distracted look, as if only his body was present. His hair messier than ever

I couldn't see him this way, I kept my eyes focused on the ground, not able to look at his face.

"I don't need your help!" Dylan bellowed as he leaned on Alex making him lose his balance, causing Dylan to fall. He immediately supported himself by leaning on the wall.

"I don't need your help or your sympathy. I am fine. I don't even care that I lost him. I don't want anyone in this life. All I want is to be alone!" He bawled.

I walked up to him and held his hand as I gave a half smile

"You're not alone, we are your family," I said as I pointed at Alex and myself.

He then looked at me and a sparkle flickered in his eye before he shook his head and removed his hand.

"Why did you magically appear in my life. You just came and changed everything. You came into my life and added colour, why? I was happy with my dull life and happy being emotionless."

His words stuck there for a moment.
Had he regretted ever meeting me?

I brought my hand to my neck and looked down, not looking at him or Alex, got my bag and walked past him and Alex, his words ringing in my ears.

I closed the door immediately not wanting to hear any more of his irrational ramblings.

I looked up at the sky. It was a glorious morning, the sky azure blue without any clouds.

"Paige, he didn't mean any of these," Alex said as he opened the door and shut it behind him.

"I hope."

"Thank you Paige, ...for being there for him and for not giving up,you're the only who can save him."

"I love him, I would never give up.. I understand his situation, I need to give him space since his mind is so messed up right now," I proclaimed.

"I'll see you at the funeral."

I nodded and smiled as he squeezed my hand tight.

I went home to get ready for the funeral, changing into a black outfit suitable for the funeral.
          

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The funeral lasted for an hour and a few; there were lots of people and more people came for the lunch which was held at Sparks Empire -  Dylan's father's hotel.

"We're going to see the company crashing now aren't we?" An old man stated, looking at Dylan giving a judging look.

"Your true colours have finally been exposed," Dylan spat after he looked at him for a few seconds shocked by the old man's remark.

"You don't have to worry about them, there are many others that care. I care about you," I whispered squeezing his hand.

"Stop pretending that you care," he shouted, making all pairs of eyes to avert their attention towards us.

What?

I swallowed taking in his sudden words and high pitched voice as I scanned all the curious faces staring right at us.

Chloé stood up worriedly and exchanged glances with my mother before looking at me.
I shook my head to tell her not to come to the table.

A second later, Dylan slammed his hands on the table and stood up. He paused for a while and I could see for a second, a flick of emotions before he scanned the room.

"The show's over," he shouted as he raised up his hands making the people act uninterested and continue what they were doing before storming out and walking away from me.

Unconsciously, I stood up and furrowed my brows at my mother and Chloé, asking for advice. My mother then nodded a yes and gave me a half smile. I immediately walked outside hurriedly to catch up with Dylan.

"Dylan wait," I rushed towards him.

"Don't look at me like that.. I don't want your pity."

"You're making a mistake. Don't leave... please. If you have to, let me go with you."

"What difference would it make to you?"

"A whole lot. Please I want to be there for you."

"I appreciate the concern, but I don't need anyone to take care of me."

"You don't appreciate anything today, but I don't care. I want to be there for you and I'll be sitting next to you in the dark when you can't look on the bright side," I said as I gave a half smile.

"And why would you do that?"

"Because I...," I paused, unsure if it was the right thing to do.

My mind screamed, 'don't you dare' despite my heart wanting to spill everything. I paused, knowing that if I did say it, it would mean nothing and he won't say it back because today he wouldn't appreciate anything.
I knew that once I say it and he wouldn't say it back, I would never repeat it. Yes, I did love him, but I wouldn't crush myself for him. I wouldn't do whatever I could regardless of the circumstances to keep him.

I was scared that if I could finally say it to him, he'd walk away and not want me.
Even if I should say it and he did feel the same way, now wouldn't be the right time to say it, because he wouldn't answer.

I bit my tongue and looked at him hoping he'd get back to his senses and understand.
I then looked at the ground, trying not to show him how weak I am right now and his effect on me.

He looked at me without any emotion. It seemed like I didn't matter to him, like I was just a stranger like anyone walking down the street. He kept on looking into my eyes for what seemed like forever.

I would tell him, but not today even if it seemed like the right thing to do.

I took a deep breath. My thoughts were becoming extremely overwhelming.

"Nothing," I muttered, shaking my head, looking at the ground.

Just as I was about to hold his hand and tell him to stay, he uninterestedly turned his face away and slammed the car door leaving me behind, lost in my thoughts, making me feel not special to him. I dreaded that thought because all throughout I thought I was special to him.

He always looked at me differently. He always had that flicker of wonder and admiration, glistening in his eyes when he'd stare into my eyes, giving that half smile that could stop time.

Today, none of this proved to be logical. Everything became a contradiction of itself.

I just stared at the car as it left and felt a hole form in my chest right under my heart or was it my chest, I couldn't quite recognise.

I looked at the ground and closed my eyes. But when I opened them back, everything became a blur. I let out a breath, and felt something wet, light and ticklish course it's way down my cheeks.
Reaching to the side of my lips, I brought out my tongue tasting the saltiness of my tear.

There went anther promise I made to myself. Never have I ever shed a tear for a guy who I loved before today.

I brought up my hand and cleared the tear's trace, like the trace of a slug on a leaf, it left on its way down my cheek.

Numbness and despair made me feel cold all over, but my legs were steady and kept me standing upright.

"Paige, it's okay he's not thinking straight," my mom said as she came out and hugged me.

"I know," I sighed as I gave a half smile.

"Go home and rest, baby," she said and just then our car arrived.

Oh how much I love you mom.

I nodded as I got into the car and headed home.

Happy new year everyone I wish you all years of happiness. May 2017 be an amazing year to all of us and may whatever is making you sad turn into pure bliss happiness. ❤❤❤

Oh and may we all find a guy who has all the traits our favourite fictional character has 😋😉❤❤