Today, Eric, Lucy and I headed to the cemetery to pay respect to their grandfather. He died last year due to heart failure. They both adored him; you could say he was the center of the Delton family. Although he wasn't a gentle man, he loved his family and would've done anything for them. In my case, he was the one responsible for allowing me to live with the Deltons in the first place. I must admit he was a very wise man, though maybe at times, too ambitious for his own good. Eric asked me to go with them. Had it been another man, I wouldn't have thought twice in declining the offer. However, we are talking about Anthony Delton, and even I respected the man. That means a lot.
Eric was incredible sad. He didn't cry, but he was very near to. His deep sea eyes were like crystals. I guess I can't blame him, his grandfather was his role model. All his life, Eric sought his approval, and the moment he gets it, he didn't have much time to enjoy it. I felt sorry for him, though he would hate to hear that. He's too proud. It's amazing really... he's the most charming, charismatic, outgoing person I know, he never seems to be broken. When he's with family, though, he lets himself get down once in a while; it's the way he works. When I look at him, I think about a lot of things. He used to be such an immature brat, but he's become so mature and if possible... even more sure of himself. At 22 he's studying in Oxford... Economics and Business. Well, I guess, in part, we owe that to Veronique, who's definitely set him straight in various aspects. Today, Eric told her he would be fine and it would be fast; that's why she didn't come.
Lucy seemed to be handling the pain just fine. She was quiet, dressed in black, and as always looking fashionable. She's also changed so much. Before, I considered her a spoiled bitch with no purpose whatsoever. Now, she's actually someone worth knowing. I guess we owe THAT to her husband, Johnathan. Indeed, Lucy slept with almost every guy in high school. One day, she met Richard... or well she thought it was Richard (Eric's best friend, current Prince of England) and was amazed he was hitting on her, until she found out it was John, Richard's twin. Amazingly, she was repelled by him, which just made things worst. He wanted to sleep with her, she didn't want to be near him, and finally he made her think she was pregnant (he changed the test results without her noticing), tricked her into getting married with him... she didn't talk to him for two weeks, and suddenly it was all great. I really don't understand human relationships, but this one won the championship. Lucy suddenly acquired a sense of responsibility. She was already a famous designer, but with John's help she opened a mega store in Italy and they settled down near by. Now, they're quite the devoted couple. Both of them share such chemistry, you can see it reflected in their eyes.
So there I was with the both of them. We placed some flowers, Lucy and Eric prayed some bit, then each of us left to their own respective places. Eric is currently living in England with Veronique, in a very nice pent house, near Oxford, which he owns. Lucy lives in Italy, as I mentioned, with John, who although a royal of England, decided to live his own life (he's quite the black sheep of the family). I live here in there. My official home is Imbross, where I live at the palace etc. However, I do own an apartment in New York, which I pretty much enjoy. I go to college at my world, then return to my apartment. I guess I love my privacy too. When I get tired of it I'll just go back to my world. Ivan lives near me, so when I don't sleep in my apartment I just stay over at his. After the cemetery, I went to visit him and well, I'm currently at his house, so I might as well cut this story short and leave you all to be. Tomorrow, I'll keep on writing.
Night.
Eric was incredible sad. He didn't cry, but he was very near to. His deep sea eyes were like crystals. I guess I can't blame him, his grandfather was his role model. All his life, Eric sought his approval, and the moment he gets it, he didn't have much time to enjoy it. I felt sorry for him, though he would hate to hear that. He's too proud. It's amazing really... he's the most charming, charismatic, outgoing person I know, he never seems to be broken. When he's with family, though, he lets himself get down once in a while; it's the way he works. When I look at him, I think about a lot of things. He used to be such an immature brat, but he's become so mature and if possible... even more sure of himself. At 22 he's studying in Oxford... Economics and Business. Well, I guess, in part, we owe that to Veronique, who's definitely set him straight in various aspects. Today, Eric told her he would be fine and it would be fast; that's why she didn't come.
Lucy seemed to be handling the pain just fine. She was quiet, dressed in black, and as always looking fashionable. She's also changed so much. Before, I considered her a spoiled bitch with no purpose whatsoever. Now, she's actually someone worth knowing. I guess we owe THAT to her husband, Johnathan. Indeed, Lucy slept with almost every guy in high school. One day, she met Richard... or well she thought it was Richard (Eric's best friend, current Prince of England) and was amazed he was hitting on her, until she found out it was John, Richard's twin. Amazingly, she was repelled by him, which just made things worst. He wanted to sleep with her, she didn't want to be near him, and finally he made her think she was pregnant (he changed the test results without her noticing), tricked her into getting married with him... she didn't talk to him for two weeks, and suddenly it was all great. I really don't understand human relationships, but this one won the championship. Lucy suddenly acquired a sense of responsibility. She was already a famous designer, but with John's help she opened a mega store in Italy and they settled down near by. Now, they're quite the devoted couple. Both of them share such chemistry, you can see it reflected in their eyes.
So there I was with the both of them. We placed some flowers, Lucy and Eric prayed some bit, then each of us left to their own respective places. Eric is currently living in England with Veronique, in a very nice pent house, near Oxford, which he owns. Lucy lives in Italy, as I mentioned, with John, who although a royal of England, decided to live his own life (he's quite the black sheep of the family). I live here in there. My official home is Imbross, where I live at the palace etc. However, I do own an apartment in New York, which I pretty much enjoy. I go to college at my world, then return to my apartment. I guess I love my privacy too. When I get tired of it I'll just go back to my world. Ivan lives near me, so when I don't sleep in my apartment I just stay over at his. After the cemetery, I went to visit him and well, I'm currently at his house, so I might as well cut this story short and leave you all to be. Tomorrow, I'll keep on writing.
Night.
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