☾ ✧ †𝒩𝐸𝒲 𝐵𝐸𝒢𝐼𝒩𝒩𝐼𝒩𝒢𝒮† ✧ ☾

OH MY GOD.

The words echoed in Emily's brain. The echoes got louder and louder until it cuts out all the other noises reaching her ears. Well, that is, if there was actually any other noise. But at that, nothing could change how Emily was staring at the computer screen.

Her eyes hurt, and tears threaten to fall down her orbs, but her eyes remain fixed and adamantly focused.

"Dear Emily Bloom,

We are pleased to announce that you have been accepted at the Starlight company, where your talents flourish and you become the dream you've always wanted to be.

Your joining date will be the 1st of July. Please make the required arrangements and join us. Bring your necessary items on the day of your arrival. Your room number is 402, and your trainee number is 212.

We eagerly waiting for your arrival.

Best regards,

Starlight."

She quickly wiped away her tears. No crying, she told herself. It's not a moment to cry.

And then it hit her.

She was going a K-pop idol in one of the most prosperous companies in the world.

"DAD! Dad! Come here! Please, quick!", She squealed.

She could hear footsteps and her heartbeat accelerated. Her dad came into her room and stared at her, awaiting an answer.

"I AM GOING TO STARLIGHT! I GOT ACCEPTED!" She squealed, letting all the adrenaline get used finally.

Light blooms over Dravis's face in the form of a smile. He immediately pulls her in for a tight, bone-crushing but a very necessary hug.

"I am so proud of you, my munchkin. You're going to be one of the best artists the world has ever seen. Just like your your mom." He said, as he affectionately pinched her cheeks.

Emily let out a sad chuckle at the mention of her mom.

Her mom.

Clara Bloom.

The most mysterious lady known to Emily. Irony, is not it? Her own mother!

Clara Bloom, just like her surname, bloomed all over the world with her music. She was the most listened-to artist of her 2 decades, and her life was perfect. She was an icon, and when she set her eyes on Dravis Bloom, she couldn't take them off. Dravis made the first move, of course, Miss Shy Clara wouldn't, and that's how they ended up crazy in love.

Dravis, no less in wit and handsomeness, is a world-famous chef. People go crazy over his each and every dish, and some go crazy over him, well, specifically, drool over him. Well, he was a fine young man back then!

Clara Bloom allegedly suicided, back when Emily was very young. It was the police, who reported the cut on her wrist. But, suicide and Clara bloom! She was always so sweet and sunshiney all the damn time, it was tooth-hurting.

Seeds of doubts were still alive in little Emily's head. But after all, she was just a kid, and she felt the sting in her chest when she missed her mother, and she felt her bitter absence. She sometimes broke into raw tears, and cried and sobbed until she could not breathe.

As for Dravis, it was painful. It was torturous. All those rumors on the internet, all those questions from the close ones, all those strange looks in the public places – he hated it. He missed her, terribly. He missed her so bad and tried not to think about her every second, but failed miserably. It hurt him to think about her. He rarely showed his emotions about this whole thing.

Emily suddenly felt a giggle escape her lips and looked at her dad, who held a proud and mischievous smirk of accomplishing the task of tickling her.

She giggled louder when the tickle attacks got non-stop. She squealed and giggled, the sweet sound filling the room until she lay on the bed with tear-filled eyes, panting and breathing heavily with her dad beside her, looking at her with lazy smile playing on his lips

"Just like mom?" The little girl asked, with the tears still brimming in her eyes.

"Exactly like mom." Her dad answered staring deep into her teary eyes, a drop sliding down on his own cheek too.

Another hug. A hug that healed. A hug that consoled. A hug that felt like heaven.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, before he said, "Let's go, sweety, dinner's ready."

Her eyes shone. "What's for dinner?"

"Pasta."

◦◦◦

July 1, said the calender. It was a chaotic hour in the bloom house.

"Emily! Have you kept the bottle which I gave you?", Her dad yelled from downstairs.

"Yes, I did!" She yelled back.

Hurriedly she swung the bag over her shoulders and almost walked away when her mind told her to stopped.

She turned around and smiled sadly seeing her sweet, cozy room for the last time. So many memories and moments, the room had. Her gaze suddenly went to the stair that led up to the attic.

Another mystery. Irony again, because, the attic of her own house?

"Emily! What are you doing? Come downstairs, the cab already arrived!" Her dad interrupted her mind's voice.

"Coming!".

She quickly ran down the stairs to the hall and saw Dad waiting for her. He had already put the huge suitcase (Filled with many different souvenirs from home, irony again, because souvenirs from your own home?) in the cab.

With a sigh, they pulled in for a final hug.

"I'm gonna miss you so much Dad." She said

"I'm going to miss you more my munchkin. Take care, hmm? And for god's sake, Emily do not forget to close the wardrobe after putting all the clothes in." Her dad replied.

She gave a very offended look, and of course, it was fake. They burst into laughter, and then it subsided.

They walked out the door and reached the cab. Her dad knelt down and gave a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Bye, Emily. Take care of yourself. I love you." Her dad whispered.

"Bye Dad, please don't forget the recipe of your signature pasta because there is no way I would-" she laughed because his glaring face was too funny to handle.

"I'm kidding! I love you more, and you too take care, Dad."

"I love you the most." He whispered as he slowly opened the car's door, and she got in. He signaled the driver to start once he closed the door.

The car started, and her dad was slowly drifting away from her sight. She smiled and waved at him until her cheeks hurt, and he waved at her until he could physically see the car.

This is going to be interesting,

she thought.