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Dont forget me (story pt.5)

me and michael flew to england the very next day. i couldn't believe it. my cheeks stained with tears as we left the airport. cameras were flashing, i didnt know what came over me it made me burst into tears all over again. the press obviously thought it was to do with them (which it partly was) because they kind of backed of a bit.

when i opened the front door the first thing i noticed was that the house was a mess and then i saw my dad, he looked like a shadow of himself with red eyes he started crying when he saw me which was scary cause i have never seen my dad cry before. he shook michaels hand and gave me a hug "Ellie's in her room, she hasn't come out since she rang you" 
"oh i'll go talk to her" i said. i left michael talking to my dad and i went upstairs. i knocked on her door "ellie" i said "ellie im comping in" I pushed open the door and saw ellie sitting crossed legged on the floor with old pictures all around her she looked up as i came in. her eyes were raw red and she was ghostly pale "what you doing?" i say sitting next to her on the floor 
"just looking at old pictures" she said picking one up of mum and her "oh i remember that picture i was only about 5 but i wanted to take the picture with there brand new camera but dad wouldn't let me, you were only a baby" i say smiling at the memory. "why did mum have to die claire?" she said 
"i dont know. it seems unfair doesn't it?" i said a single tear falling down my cheek.

a few days passed before the funeral. "she was truly a amazing wife and mother" said the vicar. michael squeezed my hand, i don't think i have could have done it without him.

that night we were lying in bed, michael had his arm around me and i had my head resting on his shoulder "hey your getting my shirt all wet" he giggled, i smiled at him. 
"please dont ever leave me, michael" 
"never"..........

to be continued
*the next part will be the final part, but i have enjoyed writing them and want to write more!*

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