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Golden mornings and cool sea breezes brought them together.

Playful touches turned to yearnings with depth.

Days passed and love grew.

Until one day a shadow came uninvited.

Soon enough hell broke loose.

Still they managed to find their homes in the arms of the other.

But fate is bitter and sour and cruel.

It took away the black haired boy from his lover.

And left the other to grieve forever.

But what no one saw was the rage deep in the blues.

While the golden haired burned the world alive,

fate watched in the corner scared and small.

When the Trojans took away his home, his love, what could Achilles do except grieve for Patroclus.

And his grief brought the mighty warriors to their knees.

Troy did not not lose the war. Nor did the Greek win it.

Achilles grieved for Patroclus, and soon enough the war ended.

The kids scurried into class and settled down. Except a few who fell victim to their nerves and jitters, the children were quite excited. Oh this day would be the best! They'd be able to brag and boast about their parents.. Be able to show off how qualified and rich they are. And boy did Brianna love the thought of getting all the attention.

The boy she sat next to was quite happy too. He was smiling a bit too much for her liking though. Putting his pearly whites on full display, he made no effort in hiding his exhilaration.

Must've found a lone penny somewhere.. Why else would he be so happy?

It was true. The boy was ecstatic but not because of some lone penny.. But because he'd finally get to tell his friends about his father... His dear old man... His Poppa

Turn by turn the kids stood in front of the class and bragged about their parent's achievements and their bank balances. They spoke with a proud glint in their eyes and all but exclaimed about wealthy fathers and beautiful mothers till their voice went hoarse.

".. And that's how we ended up living in our humble 23 million dollar home." Brianna's little speech received a round of applause.. But her eyes held irritation and her fists balled up as her jaw clenched. He's STILL smiling!

Little Julio's smile had not diminished one bit.. If anything it had grown wider... Why?

Well because he was up next.

Brianna huffed and sat in her seat as she waited for him to start speaking. She wanted to be known for having the best. The best of the luxuries, style and standard of living.. The best parents would've been a good addition to the list. But judging from the smile little Julio was sporting, she was afraid he'd have it better than he-

"I live in the suburbs.." Brianna bit back a scoff. Suburbs?! I was a fool to think he'd have anything better.

"When I grow up I want to be like my Poppa." A low laugh resonated in the class. "Poppa?really?"

He was mocked but Julio wouldn't bother himself with that now. He was too happy. He had finally said something about his dad. His father who bought him his favourite ice cream and then gave him a piggy back ride home. His poppa was just the best, wasn't he?

"Um.. Julio? What does your father do?" the teacher asked. "You left that part out, sweetie."

"Oh. Um.. My father.. He roams around happily... Yeah. That's what he does." The class burst into laughter, unable to control themselves at his answer.

Roam around happily? Ha! Brianna couldn't help but snicker along.

The teacher, heaving a nervous laugh and shushing the class questioned again, "No, Julio. I meant to ask what your father's profession is. What is your father?"

"Yes Julio! Tell us what your father is!" A boy hollered from the back.

"He is um... He is a d-"

"A doctor?!"

"No"

"A dentist?"

"No"

"... A dog walker?"

This time Julio just shook his head in the negative.

Oh if only Brianna had brought some popcorn. She was enjoying the show oh-so-much!

This is good..Very good.

"Darn it Julio.. Just tell us! We are very eager to know." A girl in the back said, mock and sarcasm lacing her voice.

"My father is a very happy spirit"

"We know Julio. We all kno-"

"He's dead."

"My Poppa is finally happy because he's dead."

And that was the first time his smile faltered. And the first time that all but eight words had silenced the rowdy class.