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Somewhere in a city in Mexico, lived a girl named (Y/n). A precious and beautiful girl as her father would describe her. Her father, Andres Dias, was a governor of the city and as much as to her disappointment, she had always been inside her villa.
As a child she always hoped to make friends with other children; even those homeless children on the streets would make much better friends than whatever dolls her father would bring her home as an apology for his absences.
One day, she got out of sight from her maids and ran outside of the villa. She knew she would regret this but she still ran. For the first time, she finally felt free.
She wandered the city aimlessly. And as she expected no one paid attention to her, that’s how private her father was. Even his own daughter wasn’t known to the world.
She reached a beach and took notice of the yellow orange hue in the sky, the birds that flew by, the sound of the waves splashing on the shore, and the long haired little girl playing by the shore line with her cat.
(Y/n) approached her with a hesitant smile, “Hello!” she said. The girl looked at her with a raised brow before she picked up her cat, “Hello? Do I know you..?” the girl asked. (Y/n) shook her head in response, then she pointed at the girl’s cat, “Your cat is very cute!” That statement garnered a hum from the girl, “Yep, cuter than everyone!”
And that was the start of a friendship. They spent the remaining hours of the day talking with each other, grooming the cat and tying its fur with the hairbands the girl had, and playing on the beach getting their clothes wet. (Y/n) knew she was going to get in very big trouble because of this but that didn’t stop her from playing with her new found friend.
Just as they were playing tag, big and rough hands fell on (Y/n)’s shoulder. Crap . She looked up and saw her father’s displeased look. “P-Papa..” (Y/n) stuttered, she looked over at the girl who was standing at the side looking at them confused.
“Mija we are going home, you are in so much trouble.” Andres pulled her away, and just as the girl was about to go, (Y/n) yelled, “What’s your name?!” The girl looked back and answered.
“My name is…!”
Beep..! Beep..! Beep..!
The annoying buzz of the alarm clock woke (Y/n) up from one of her dreams. “Aye puta…” (Y/n) mumbled as her head started ringing. She looked over to her right and saw her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was dishevelled, her eye bags weren't a pleasant sight to look at either.
She groggily got up from her bed and fixed herself. As she was washing her face she heard a knock on her door. “Enter.” She said from her bathroom. A voice then spoke up “Señora, your father is looking for you. He said he wants to talk and have breakfast together.”
(Y/n) sighed, “Tell him I’ll be down in a sec, gracias.” (Y/n) knew where this was going, her father was going to go away again. She’s been alive for 24 years to know that her father was going to be out of town for many days, weeks or even months.
But that didn’t exactly stop her from loving him. When he has time they’d always indulge in whatever (Y/n) is currently interested in, may it be in dolls, boys, concerts, but she’s tired of this. She feels like the time they have feels fake, just a cover up for the many times Andres had been absent.
(Y/n) reached the dining room, there’s nothing to comment about it other than it being a room where she had spent days alone to eat. Andres got up from his seat and gave (Y/n) a small kiss on the cheek. “Mija, come eat with me.”
Andres had a small smile on his face as they ate. (Y/n) glanced at him from time to time waiting for the news, and just as she was almost done he spoke up. “You know I have to go again, do you not?” There it was.
“I know, papa.” (Y/n) nodded she wasn’t exactly disappointed but there was something in her expression that made Andres sigh. “I can bring you something from my trip. Is there anything that you want?”
She thought of what she wanted, was there anything that she even wanted? Everything that was given to her was assumptions of her father that he thought she liked. He kept on giving her dolls until she was thirteen and stopped when she said that she didn’t like them anymore.
It took (Y/n) a couple of minutes before she could actually respond to her father’s question. “A rose.” That answered puzzled Andres, “A rose?” “Si, a rose.” (Y/n) repeated to confirm. If Andres was puzzled she too was also puzzled. She wasn’t so sure why she said ‘A rose’ but that was the first thing that popped in her head.
Or maybe that was the flower she saw on that little girl’s hair years ago. “A black baccara rose.” Her father nodded, “Then I guess I better be on my way to find it then. A black baccara rose for my mija.” Andres gave her head a small kiss before he went out of the dinning room and out of the house.
(Y/n) watched the car go out of their driveway. “A black baccara, seriously? I could’ve asked for a car.” She mumbled sarcastically, “Where the hell would he even find that rose, last I saw…” Before she could finish, her head started to hurt again making her grumble.
“These headaches will kill me one day, I swear to god..” She made her way upstairs down to her room. As she passed she saw a picture on the wall, it looked like the beach she kept dreaming about. It was as if the place was haunting her with the constant dreams.
A small sigh escaped her lips as she jumped on her bed, she looked out the window. It was a clear sunny day, how she wished she could go out. But that thought made her laugh, even at the age of 24 she was still dotted on and was sheltered. It was stupid.
As she looked out of the window, she felt a sense of longing again, wanting to be outside. But thanks to her younger self, she can’t go out freely, yet one thought was in her mind.
“I wonder how she’s doing.”