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┊ 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗧 ･* — 𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌

┊ 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 ･* —𝖧𝖾𝗇𝗋𝗒 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖤𝗌𝗆𝖾́ 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋.

┊ 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 ･* — 3,121

┊ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ･* — 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍/𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍.

┊ 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦 ･* —

𝗣𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 -- ✧ -- 𝗡𝗲𝘅𝘁

𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 -- ✧ -- 𝗭𝗮𝗸 𝗕𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖵𝖨👻: 𝖳𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖭𝖾𝗐𝗌

Henry's POV

𝗜𝗧 𝗧𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗔 a significant amount of courage to reach out to my sister. If I’m honest, this was the first time I’ve spoken to her since she left at eighteen. My parents never told me why she left, nor did they know either. One day she packed up her stuff, said goodbye, and never looked back. Before she left, Esmé said she didn’t know when she would ever talk to us again, but I knew it would hurt her with our father passing away.

Although she moved away, we still contacted each other because we’re siblings, and I love her. I called her this morning to ask her for her address, and she hesitated at first but told it me eventually. So that’s where my wife Perrie and I are going.

My nerves were all over the place. I didn’t know how Esmé would react to seeing me again after some years apart. To this day, I still don’t understand why she left.

Closing the door of my black Ram 1500, which I got from my wife, Perrie, as a gift for my birthday, I turned the key in the ignition, and the beauty roared to life. If I’m honest, I missed my sister a lot. I missed all the times we shared as kids growing up. I was glad that she answered when I called her earlier. She sounded happy that I dialed her number.

The drive to Esmé’s house scared me because I didn’t know what to expect. Would she yell at me and throw me out? Or will she slam the door in my face and never contact me again? I didn’t know what would happen when she saw me.

“You nervous?” Perrie asked, grabbing my hand as she smiled at me.

Glancing at my wife, I returned the smile at her before replying truthfully, “Yea, I don’t know how Esmé will react when she sees me.”

“Well, from how Esmé sounded, she was happy that you told her you were coming over.” Perrie nodded her head reassuringly.

“I hope so.” I nodded, sighing. I dreaded Esmé’s reaction when telling her about our father passing away.

I pulled up to the address Esmé sent me and parked near the house within no time.

Esmé’s house was lovely in a nice neighborhood. It looked cozy and comfortable. Perrie and I stepped out of the truck and walked to the front door, where I rang the doorbell. We waited a couple of minutes before the door opened.

A woman with blonde hair like my wife answers the door, and a golden retriever behind her.

“Hello, I’m looking for Esmé. Is she here?” I questioned, smiling politely at her.

“Ah, you must be her brother. I’m Celestine, but you can call me Celeste. I’m her best friend.” The woman introduced me, shaking my hand.

“I’m Henry, and this is my wife, Perrie.” I smiled and introduced my wife.

“It’s nice to meet you guys finally. Come in. She’s in the backyard.” Esmé’s friend Celestine nodded, allowing us inside the house.

She closed the door then Perrie and I followed her through the house to the glass sliding door that led to the backyard. As we walked outside, I saw Esmé lying on a hammock under the shade of a tree. Esmé hears us and takes off her sunglasses before turning to me.

As she sat up, she was quiet. We stared at each other, not knowing what to say. Suddenly she ran straight into my arms and hugged me to her. Our bodies swayed side to side as we just held each other close.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to see you, Henry,” Esmé said, and he pulled away, and tears fell down her face.

Smiling, I wiped her tears away and kissed her forehead. “It’s okay, don’t cry. I missed you too.”

“I’m crying happy tears.” Esmé laughs, sniffling. She pulled away and saw Perrie and hugged her. “It’s good to see you again, Perrie.”

“It’s good to see you too, Esmé.” My wife smiled, hugging my sister back.

“What brings you by?” Esmé asked as she walked to a picnic table on the other side of the yard. I sat next to her and Perrie on my left.

“There’s something you need to know, but I don’t know how you’re going to react,” I said and went silent, trying to gather the right words to say that our father had died.

“It’s okay, just tell me,” Esmé said, smiling at me.

“Esmé dad…is…dead,” I said, pausing between words as I watched her face change.

“W-What d-do you mean?” Esmé stuttered as she started breathing heavily.

“He died three days ago,” I replied, holding onto her hand.

“W-What h-happened? How did he d-die?” She asked, holding her hand to her chest.

“Coroners suspected it was a heart attack.” I consoled, squeezing her hand as her face held such despair.

Watching my sister break down the way she did, made me feel hurt inside. I wrapped my arms around her, doing my best to comfort her. She held onto me shaking her head as she cried into my chest. As I listened to her broken sobs, I couldn't do anything but hug her. What should I do to make her feel better? What can I say?

“W-Why did-did h-he,” Esmé stuttered out through the tears.

“Listen to me, Esmé. I know you’re hurting, but you need to calm down and breathe.” I said, holding her face, and I stared into her glassy green eyes.

“But h-he,” She sobbed in my chest.

“I know.” I hushed her as I rubbed her back.

My sister continued to sob in my chest, and I had to sit her down so she would calm down. Once Esmé finally relaxed some, I cupped her face and made her look at me.

"H-Henry." She whimpered, sniffling.

"I know, but listen to me. Dad's in a better place now, watching over us." I said to her, looking at her red face.

"Why didn't I call him?" Esmé questioned, shaking her head.

"Esmé, dad loved you so much. You were all he talked about all day and night when you left." I explained, wiping the few tears that fell down her face. "Esmé this and Esmé that. You were always on his mind."

"I wished I would've called him." Esmé sniffled, wiping her tear-stained face.

"I know, but just know that dad loved you with all his heart," I replied, smiling at her. She nodded her head, and I kissed her forehead.

"I know he did." She replied, nodding her head.

Esmé wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me. We stood in each other's embrace as Celestine and Perrie stared at us with tears running down their face.

"Listen, I'll be back, okay. I'm going to see how mom is holding up." I promised, wiping a tear that fell down her face.

My little sister nodded her head, and I smiled at her before kissing her forehead. "I love you, little sister."

"Love you too." She returned the smile, sniffling.

Giving Esmé one final hug, I stood and waited for Perrie to hug my sister. When she waved at Esmé, she followed me to the front door, out of Esmé's house, and the car. Sitting in the driver's seat, I couldn't get the image of Esmé's face when I told her about our father. The look of devastation, hurt, and sorrow in her eyes made my chest ache. I didn't realize I was crying until Perrie reached over and wiped the tear.

"It's going to be okay." She said, giving me a reassuring smile.

I stared at her and returned the smile nodding my head. Starting my truck, I pulled away from Esmé's house and headed to my parent's. On the drive to their house, I didn't know if I had to courage to face my mother after this tragic loss. Seeing my little sister distraught hurt me, but I knew my mother would be worse. As I pulled into their driveway, I had to gather my emotions before getting out of the car.

Hesitantly I brought my hands up and rang the doorbell. The door opened, revealing the family's maid Estelle who's been with the family since Esmé and I were babies. She had tears falling down her face, and I could hear my mother wailing from inside the house. First, I hugged Estelle, allowing her to cry and release her emotions.

"I'm sorry." She sniffled, soothingly rubbing my back.

"Thank you. I know the three of you were close to each other." I sighed, pulling away as Estelle wiped her face.

Walking past her with Perrie trailing behind me, I found my mother sitting in the living room holding a picture of my father to her chest as she cried. She looked up at me with puffy red eyes and held her arms open to me. Immediately I went to her, wrapping her in my arms tight, letting her know I was there for her. As I was holding my mother to me, the sound of her sobs broke my heart. No child wants to see their parent like this because it breaks them down.

"I know, mom, it hurts me too," I comforted her soothingly, rubbing her back. “Dad left too soon.”

"It's not going to be the same without him." My mother sniffled, wiping her wet face.

"Estelle, can you go grab her some water, please?" I asked the housekeeper, and she nodded, walking into the kitchen.

She returned with a cold bottle of water while I sat with my mother in my arms and held her.

"I know," I whispered, kissing her head. "I'm going to miss him too."

With my mother in my arms, I held her as she continued crying out her sorrows and grievances. The death of my father honestly has a significant impact on this family. I wished he would've talked with Esmé before he left this earth.

"Thank you, son, for coming." My mother sniffled, wiping her face.

"You're welcome, mom," I replied, smiling at her, hugging her. "I went to see Esmé today."

"You did? How is she?" She questioned, shock eminent on her face.

"Esmé's doing great. She lives with her best friend here in Vegas." I answered, watching her facial expression change.

"Oh my gosh, that's good to hear." My mother beamed happily. "It's good to hear she's been doing good. Do you know when she's going to come and see me?"

"I haven't talked to her about it, but I'll ask her," I assured my mother, and she nodded.

"It would be great to see Esmé again." She smiled, nodding her head.

"I know it would." I nodded, agreeing with her.

“Can you call her for me?” My mother asked, wiping her face.

“I can try,” I answered her, nodding my head.

Pulling out my phone, I went to Esmé's contact name and clicked on her number. The line rang a few times before my sister's soft voice answered.

Sissy💗🍓 - H-Hey Henry.

Hey, um, mom wants to speak with you.

Sissy💗🍓 - C-Can you tell her I'll call her later. I need to gather myself right now.

Okay, I'll tell her.

Sissy💗🍓 - Thank you. Goodbye.

Bye.

Once the line went dead, I looked at my grieving mother and sighed. "She said she'll call you later. She's trying to get herself together at the moment."

"That's fine. I completely understand." My mom nodded, giving me a small smile.

"She needs time to process this," I replied, grasping my mother's hand.

My mother sniffled, smiling at me as she leaned against my shoulder.

Celestine's POV

I stood in the bathroom holding Esmé's hair as she vomited inside the toilet. She's crying so much that it's making her sick.

"Esmé, you have to calm down." I comforted her, rubbing her back.

"H-He d-doesn't k-," Esmé cut herself off, throwing up in the toilet.

"I know, baby. I know." I consoled, nodding my head.

Esmé took a deep breath and flushed the toilet before saying, "Why is my life full of trauma and tragedy?"

"It's not your fault." I consoled, running my hands through her hair. "Nothing that happens in your life is your fault."

My best friend cried as I held her to my chest and let her express her frustrations and other emotions. Finally, after a while, Esmé calmed down enough for me to help her to bed. I ran my hand over her pale face and sighed. Leaning down, I kissed her cold cheek and left the room for her to rest. As I walked downstairs, I sat on the couch and sighed.

I knew this day was coming, but I didn't think it would be this hard.

Zak's POV

Every emotion ran through me as I paced my bedroom. I didn't know what was going on with me. About thirty minutes ago, I was playing with my dog Gracie. She noticed my demeanor and backed away, and I knew something was wrong with me. Grabbing my phone, I dialed Aaron's number and continued walking back and forth in my room.

Aaron - What's up, man?

Aaron, man, something's wrong with me?

Aaron - What do you mean?

I was playing with Gracie, and suddenly my emotions were everywhere. Gracie tried comforting me, but all I felt was rage, man.

Aaron - Look, don't move. I'm on my way.

Okay, I'll see you.

I tossed my phone on the bed and huffed, running my hands through my short hair in frustration. What the hell is going on with me?

Soon enough, I heard the front door open and closed before heavy footsteps ran toward my room. Aaron stood in the doorway with a confused expression on his face.

"What's going on?" Aaron asked, staring at me.

"I don't know. It happened so fast." I softly spoke, shrugging my shoulders. "My emotions went from heartbreak to guilt, grief, anger, and now I'm sad for no reason." As I explained to Aaron how I felt, tears swelled in my eyes and fell down my face.

"Look, let's sit down and breathe for a minute," Aaron replied, making me sit on the end of the bed. "We're you thinking of something or someone?"

I sat there breathing as I tried to get myself together. "No, not really."

"Maybe you need to talk to another empath with the experience," Aaron suggested, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"You know what? Maybe you're right." I replied, nodding my head.

Grabbing my phone, I dialed a known empath and reader Carina Harrington. I called her before for a few investigations.

Carina - Hello Zak, it's nice to hear from you.

Yea, I know it's been a while. Are you free to talk right now?

Carina - Sure, I'm free to talk.

Okay, can you meet me at my house? I'll send you the address.

Carina - Okay, I'll be there.

Thank you.

Carina - You're more than welcome, Zak.

I threw myself back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. After investigating so many different locations, no place had me feeling the way I am. About thirty minutes passed before I heard the doorbell ring. Walking to the front of the house, I opened the door and greeted Carina with a smile.

"Hello, Carina." I smiled, hugging her.

"Hello, Zak. What seems to be the problem?" Carina asked as I allowed her inside. She followed me to the backyard and sat on the picnic chair.

"My emotions. I was playing with my dog Gracie when suddenly I became angry, guilty, felt grief, and now I feel sad for no reason."

"Hmm, have you had any contact with anyone who's an empath, psychic, or medium?" Carina asked, grabbing my hands and staring at them.

"Well, one person. Her name is Esmé. She's a psychic medium." I answered, watching her intently.

"Does she have a traumatic past?" Carina questioned, looking into my eyes.

"Well, Esmé told me that when she was a teen, she tried to commit suicide and coded out twice," I nodded, thinking back to the day of the investigation at Piper's house.

"Wow." She replied with a shocked expression.

Carina became quiet for a few minutes with a concentrated look on her face before sighing. "I think I know what's wrong. You're connected with her."

"Connected? What do you mean?" I asked her, confused.

"Well, it seems like you're her guardian angel Zak," Carina replied, smiling at me.

"What does this mean?" I questioned, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.

"Have you been feeling something for her? It doesn't have to be relationship-wise."

"Yes, on a few investigations, I've had spirits tell me girl, heart, and love," I explained, reminiscing about that day. "On one investigation, a spirit told me a girl had been raped, but they wouldn't say a name."

"Yes, they know it's her. Esmé is the one with a traumatic past." Carina replied, looking into my eyes as she talked. "It's not my place to tell you, but just know she needs you as much as you need her."

"It's all making sense now." I sighed, nodding my head.

"Have you been feeling something for her? It doesn't have to be relationship-wise." Carina questioned, staring at me.

"Wait, is that why I felt sadness and trauma when I first met her?" I asked, piecing together the puzzle.

"Yes." She answered, nodding her head. I couldn't believe Carina's words, but it all made sense. "It seems you two met by fate."

Everything is beginning to sound legitimate now. From the spirits telling me clues to another saying a girl was raped. It all made sense now. Maybe I should give Esmé a call.

"Do you think I should give her a call?" I asked Carina, glancing up at her.

"No. Let her tell you because she'll likely wonder how you found out." Carina explained, shaking her head.

"Thank you, Carina." I praised, smiling at my good friend.

"You're welcome, Zak." Carina smiled, patting my hands in comfort.

Walking Carina to the front door, I waved at her as she got in her car and drove away. As I locked the door behind me, Gracie approached me and sat by my feet. I smiled, leaning down and scratching the spot behind her ears. It never fails that Gracie will ALWAYS comfort me and make my day better whenever I'm not feeling myself.

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