Sometimes, stories end the moment they start.
Nana used to tell me that when I spent summers with her in Newcastle. At least back then, I could stay away from Mummy and how she looked at me.
As if she hated me.
Now, I have no Nana. Thereâs no one to take me away from here or tell me stories that transport me to other worlds.
Worlds with princes and knights. Worlds filled with so much magic, I dream of them.
I trot down the houseâs stairs until Iâm outside. The sun is so bright today, casting a bright hue all over the garden and the fence.
The sound of Mum and Dadâs fighting follows me until I close the door behind me. No one can hear them now, not the staff, not the neighbours.
Not even me.
I flop down on the step and lick on the pistachio gelato stick Dad bought me earlier. Silver says all gelato tastes the same, but Silver is stupid sometimes. Pistachio gelato is the best. Itâs green and sweet and delicious.
If I werenât so upset, I wouldâve gone to her house and played with her Barbie dolls, but I donât want to go anywhere.
Except forâ¦
My gaze strays ahead to the huge mansion across from ours. It has an ancient feeling, like those castles from Nanaâs stories â the ones where knights and princes live. I want to go there, knock on the door, and ask him to come out.
My knight.
We agreed on that last week â that from now on, heâs my knight. I even blessed him with a bamboo stick as the queen does.
Silver doesnât care when Iâm upset, but he does. Because heâs my knight. He always tickles me and tells me jokes until I break down in giggles.
The boy with golden hair and magical blue eyes, like the stories in Nanaâs books.
Still sucking on my gelato, I rise to my feet and take slow but determined steps until Iâm out of our gardenâs gate. Itâs the afternoon, so maybe heâs with Aiden and Cole. Maybe he doesnât want to play with me today.
I hate it when he chooses the boys over me.
Their garage door hisses open and I freeze. A red car comes out, slow at first, then it gains speed on the exit.
Aunt Samantha.
Sheâs the one who plays the role of the queen in Nanaâs stories with her golden locks and big blue eyes that are so kind and caring.
Aunt Samantha, who invites me in whenever my parents are fighting and gives me snacks and food. She sits with me and does my hair because Mummy doesnât have time to. She tells me Mummy has an important job and that I shouldnât hate her for that.
Sheâs also my knightâs mother.
Her face is blank, without its usual warmth. She appears upset, but sheâs not crying. Or maybe sheâs not upset at all. Sheâs like Mummy when she locks herself in her art studio, not wanting to see anyone.
Iâm about to wave at her when I notice whoâs running after her car.
Xander.
The boy with golden hair and blue eyes that he stole from the ocean, the sky, and the magic in books.
Tears stream down his cheeks as he screams his motherâs name. His entire body shakes, but he doesnât stop chasing her.
For a second, the whole world freezes. Itâs a moment, just one moment in time. Itâs so weird how all bad things happen in just a moment.
Nana left me in a moment, too. She was sitting with us one minute, and the next, her heart stopped. She was there, smiling at me, giving me gelato and telling me a story, and then my only grandmother was gone.
Now, itâs only me, Mummy, and Daddy.
I hate it when itâs only me and them. Because Daddy works a lot and I donât get to spend much time with him. And Mummyâ¦well, I donât exist in front of her, not like when I existed with Nana.
She was my world. Now, I have nothing.
As I stand there watching Aunt Samanthaâs car rolling away and Xan running after her with his short legs, my chest becomes painful, the same as it did when Nana left.
My heart beats loud and hard in my ears. Iâm not hearing Xanâs cries and screams. Iâm hearing mine when Nana dropped to the ground, closed her eyes, and never woke up.
I knew then, I just knew Iâd lost something that couldnât ever be retrieved.
My life changed forever.
Just like Xanâs is.
He hits the carâs boot, but instead of braking, the red car makes a loud sound as it revs down the street.
âMum, donât go!â Xan runs behind her, his flip-flops slapping against the street. âDonât leave me, please. Iâll be a good boy. I p-promise.â
His words bleed into each other, mixed with his tears.
My feet move of their own volition, slow at first, then Iâm running as fast as Xander behind the red car.
That car resembles a monster with flaring nostrils and red horns, but neither of us stop.
Heâs still screaming and crying, the sound loud in the silence of the street. His shoe slips from his right foot. He kicks the other away and keeps running barefoot, uncaring about the small pebbles on the asphalt. I stop for a second to gather his flip-flops in one hand as the gelato melts in my other. Itâs starting to get sticky and make a mess, but I donât let go as I follow Xan.
Heâs in pain and I donât like it when heâs in pain. I donât like it when anyone is in pain, but I hate it more when itâs him.
I taste salt, and I realise my cheeks are soaked with tears, too.
âStop, M-Mum!â Xan trips, but he catches himself and continues sprinting. The sounds he makes are winded and so guttural, itâs like an animal breathing.
The car disappears around the corner. Xan doesnât stop. He keeps running and running, even when Aunt Samantha and her monster car vanish from sight.
Even when itâs only the two of us on the long road adjacent to our neighbourhood.
His foot catches and he tumbles forward, falling to his knees, crying so loudly, I feel every sound in my bones.
âMuuuum!â
I rush to him but stop a small distance away, hugging his flip-flops to my chest. Then slowly, too slowly, I crouch and put them on each of his feet. The skin has turned dirty and one of them has a cut from which blood coats his small toe.
âG-Green?â He stares at me through the tears that glisten as they flood his eyes.
Xan calls me Green because itâs my favourite colour. Where other girls have pink bedrooms, I have a green one.
âM-Mum is g-gone.â He sniffles.
I force a smile. âSheâll come back.â
Itâs a lie. I also said Nana would come back after I slept, but when I woke up, she still wasnât there.
Adults donât come back when they leave.
âS-she wonât! She said she doesnât want me and Dad anymore.â His lower lip trembles, even as he tries to stop crying by turning away from me.
âXanâ¦â I reach a hand for him and wipe his tears with my sleeve.
For a moment, he lets me as they become fatter and never-ending.
The gelato is now dripping on the ground, and I would usually devour it all, but my entire focus is on Xan and how he canât stop sobbing.
I also thought Iâd never stop crying about Nana. That Iâd cry like a princess in one of her books and the tears would kill me.
I eventually stopped, though.
Daddy says nothing is permanent. Everything changes.
Heâs wrong. Xan and I will never change. Iâll always be his Green and heâll always be my knight.
We made it official after all.
Xan places a hand on my shoulder and shoves me, then stares at the ground. âGo away, Green.â
âNo.â
He glances up at me. âNo?â
âI donât want to leave you alone. You didnât leave me when Nana died.â
Slowly facing me, he watches me closely, his blond brows pinching as more tears slide down his cheeks. âWhy are crying?â
I sniffle, wiping my face with the back of my hand, mixing his tears with mine. âBecause youâre crying.â
âDonât cry, Green.â
â
donât cry.â I sniffle.
He hiccoughs. âI hate it when you cry.â
âI hate it when you cry, too.â I inch closer and put my arms around his neck, keeping the one with the melting gelato away so I donât make a mess out of him as well.
My knight is beautiful and canât have dirt on his armour.
Xan wraps his arms around my waist, hides his face in my neck, and sobs. He sobs so hard, I feel the vibration against my skin.
I cry, too, because his pain feels like mine now. His pain is so real and close, itâs as if Iâm the one hurting, not him.
When Nana left, Xan hugged me while I cried. He stayed with me until I fell asleep and didnât leave my side.
Now, Iâll hug him until the pain goes away. Until he can smile and show me his pretty dimples.
âGreenâ¦â He sniffles in my neck. âPromise youâll never leave me.â
âNever. Youâre my knight, remember?â
He nods.
âFrom today onwards, weâre one.â
âWeâre one.â