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The soft grass made no sound as your bare feet padded against it. Bowing your head, you gently placed a bouquet of gorgeous pink carnations on the worn gravestone, trying your hardest not to break down. It had been five years already, and yet you still cried every single time you visited his grave. Each day was harder and harder to live through, knowing his warm, strong arms wouldn't be around you to comfort you on bad days.
Shutting your eyes, you let yourself remember the times you had with your papa…

You were only seven years old, and had just been adopted by a kind looking Spaniard that spoke with a heavy accent. You'd never been so excited in your life to finally leave the hated orphanage. The man's name was Antonio Fernández Carriedo, and he came from Spain. He wanted a little girl; you happened to be the perfect choice.
Scooping you up in his tan arms, Antonio began to carry you out of the orphanage's old wooden door and towards a shiny dark red convertible.

"From now, you're going to be my little girl," he said cheerfully, nuzzling your cheek. You giggled – the sensation tickled. Hugging his neck happily, you rested your small head on his broad shoulder.

When the two of you reached Antonio's large wooden house, he unlocked the grand oak door and your sensitive nose caught a whiff of something delicious. Mouth watering, you turned to him and asked curiously, "What is that smell, papa?"

He tipped his head back laughed, a warm friendly sound that you wanted to hear more of. "Oh, that's the churros baking in the oven," the Spaniard explained, leading you down a long hallway and into a gleaming kitchen. The scent was stronger there and you were nearly salivating. Your stomach growled, and you blushed.
Antonio chuckled, and opened the oven, taking out the freshly done churros baked to a crisp perfection. He handed one to you with a gentle smile, and you wolfed it down like there was no tomorrow.

"Well, it's pretty late already, and you're going to school tomorrow, so why don't you go to bed? I'll show you where your room is."

You nodded, and as if on cue, yawned sleepily. Following him down yet another hall, you noticed a medium sized bedroom decorated with wallpaper dotted with light pink carnations. It seemed that Antonio had been preparing for your arrival. Pointing to the room, he said, "That room's yours. The one next to it is mine."

You hugged his waist tightly, and murmured a word of thanks and goodnight before heading into the clean bathroom to brush your teeth. Snuggling down underneath the warm down comforter, your eyes closed and you feel asleep with a content smile on your face.

The next day, you nervously entered the cluttered classroom, trying to gather yourself together. You had never been particularly good at making new friends, and it was your first day at the elementary school. Upon stepping inside, the entire class fell silent, scrutinizing you mercilessly with their eyes.

You heard someone whisper, "Ew, look at those shabby clothes…"

"She looks like she came from a dumpster." Another sneered.

Averting your gaze from them, you moved briskly to your seat located in the front of the classroom and sat down without a single word.

The teacher drawled with a lazy tone of voice, "This is your newest classmate. She was recently adopted from the orphanage."

Your cheeks burned a bright red as you felt the class' eyes boring holes into you.
The teacher slumped over in his seat, snoring lightly.

A slender girl with glossy blonde hair pulled into a ponytail sauntered up to you, a nasty smirk plastered on her pretty face. "Haha, where did you get your clothes? Mr. Trashcan?"

The entire class erupted into roaring laughter, and your small fists clenched in anger.
It turned out that Antonio really wasn't all that wealthy, despite the size of his house and car, so you were forced to wear the clothes his younger sister had long outgrown. You didn't mind at all, though.
"I bet the person who adopted you lives in a cardboard box under the bridge!" Somebody called out, and the blonde haired girl snickered.

You narrowed your eyes, seething with fury. "Don't insult my papa!" You shrieked, trying not to show how much their words had hurt you.

The girl just laughed harder and mocked, "Don't insult my papa!" in a high-pitched voice.

By the end of the day you had been reduced to a worn out sobbing mess, and ran all the way back home. There was no way you were riding the bus.
When you arrived, Antonio was standing by the door waiting for you.

"Welcome back, how was your-" When he saw your dejected face, his emerald green eyes widened. "Oh, what happened?" He asked anxiously, enveloping you in a loving hug.

Letting tears leak out the corners of your eyes, you told him the entire day's events.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. If only I had more money…" His handsome face twisted in remorse, and you shook your head vigorously; it wasn't his fault.

With a small sigh, Antonio opened his mouth and began singing softly to comfort you. His rich, warm voice filled the room and you looked up at him in awe. He was an amazing singer.

Come stop your crying
It will be all right
Just take my hand, hold it tight


He took your small hand in his larger tanned one and began to gently guide you up the stairs, into his large bedroom. Sinking down onto the comfortable bed, he pulled you into his lap and began to stroke your hair soothingly, continuing to sing.

I will protect you
from all around you
I will be here
Don't you cry


"Shh, don't let their mean words have an affect on you. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise." Antonio whispered, hugging you tightly. You leaned against his chest, listening to the rhythm of his steady heartbeat.

For one so small,
you seem so strong
My arms will hold you,
keep you safe and warm
This bond between us
Can't be broken
I will be here
Don't you cry

'Cause you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
From this day on
Now and forever more


You loved the sound of his voice tenderly lulling you into a sense of peace and security. He would always be there for you; you were absolutely certain of that. Snuggling into him, you closed your eyes to focus on his song.

You'll be in my heart
No matter what they say
You'll be here in my heart, always

Why can't they understand
the way we feel
They just don't trust
what they can't explain
I know we're different but,
deep inside us
We're not that different at all



"Those people are only mean because they don't know any better. Their hearts are dark and cold." Antonio told you, kissing the top of your head gently. You nodded mutely, beginning to feel very sleepy…


Don't listen to them
'Cause what do they know
We need each other,
to have, to hold
They'll see in time
I know


The shrill screeching of brakes mixed with a dull crunching sound sickened you. A dark crimson liquid seeped from underneath the tires of the large blue truck. The driver clambered out of the driver's side, looking horrified. "Mon dieu, I am so sorry! What have I done?!" He cried out with a thick French accent, falling to his knees and wringing fair hands in distress.

You were frozen in absolute terror and shock. Antonio's battered, broken body lay underneath the vehicle, disfigured and mangled. His wavy brown hair was matted with thick blood, and there was no life in his beautiful green eyes. They showed only the pain and suffering he had felt in his last moments.

"Somebody call the ambulance!" The Frenchman shouted, and the sound of sirens drew nearer. Paramedics dressed in pure white rushed out of an ambulance and towards the bleeding corpse.

One of them shook his head gravely, voice laced with a deep regret. "I'm afraid it's too late. He's already dead."

Your twelve year old mind whirled, trying to process what the paramedic had just said.
It just wasn't possible. Antonio couldn't be dead. He just couldn't be. He was your beloved papa who always greeted you when you arrived home from school. He couldn't just be dead.
The song echoed through your mind over and over, as you stared numbly at the blood soaked pavement.

When destiny calls you
You must be strong
I may not be with you
But you've got to hold on
They'll see in time
I know
We'll show them together…


A warm tear made its way down your pale cheek as you gradually kneeled down, staring at the grave with the words 'Antonio Fernández Carriedo' etched into the cold stone.
"Thank you, papa, for everything. You taught me how to believe in myself and not let anybody get me down. I love you, papa. I promise I'll never forget you. You'll always be in my heart," you whispered, slowly standing back up to walk away and continue down the path of life that stretched out ahead of you.

'Cause you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
From this day on,
Now and forever more

Oh, you'll be in my heart
No matter what they say
You'll be in my heart, always
Always
:iconcryforeverplz: Yeah... this was a request from ~TheMysteriousPoet
I love the song, so I just had to write this. I want to make people cry because my stories are so sad.
You can listen to the song here: [link]
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Miss-Fandom-Chan Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Crap
Damn, i told myself that i wasnt going to cry
BUT I DID QAQ
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sweetoreo Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I hate you right now. Wonderful story but how dare you
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IAmOresama Featured By Owner Edited Nov 16, 2014
Still beautiful
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IAmOresama Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2014
.....why QAQ I know it was an accident but why my PAPA ANTOÑIO!!!!!
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IhavetoomanyOCs123 Featured By Owner Oct 30, 2014  Student General Artist
FRANCE YOU BASTARD!? YOU KILLED MY PAPA!
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PickleQueenOfNinjas Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2014
So sad...and it probably didn't help.that I was listening to the actual song...either way, it was very well written, I enjoyed it!
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Ryusaki308 Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I have been through this before and it hurts.
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wildgirl509 Featured By Owner Nov 24, 2013
Mah feels!!! I cried at the ending of this, oh Holy Rome I just want to curl up in a little ball and die because of this!!! D'X I even loved this song until it turned sad!!!Pikachu Crying Plz :criesthrust: :Crying: :sad: :crying: rvmp crying Crying Death the Kid Emote Pikachu Crying Plz 
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SilverMoon75 Featured By Owner Oct 12, 2013
This story was beutifully sad. Well done.
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IzzyLovesAnime Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Me: feels, I fucking hate you...

Feels: problem?

Me: yes. Yes there is a problem

Great story!
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FearlessLullaby Featured By Owner Jul 21, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
XD
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technocat108 Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
awwww so sad *starts crying*
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FearlessLullaby Featured By Owner Jul 21, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
 //pats
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DonkeyFace98 Featured By Owner Jun 30, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
mweeeeeeh!! :cries: It's so cuuuuute but sad!!!! I love this story......
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:iconfearlesslullaby:
FearlessLullaby Featured By Owner Jul 21, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
;;v;; I'm glad you like it
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TB-talia Featured By Owner Jun 13, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Me: *cries a little* ....
My friend: Why are you crying?
Me: Crap, I forgot you were here!!


She calls me 'Softy' now.... im glad Idont find it rude..
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FearlessLullaby Featured By Owner Jun 16, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
//pats
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Cuddly-DorkPie Featured By Owner May 27, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
:iconcomebackplz: :icongivingupplz: :icondragoncryingplz: :iconcryforeverplz:....so sad but it was still a great story
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FearlessLullaby Featured By Owner May 28, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks, ahah.
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Cuddly-DorkPie Featured By Owner May 29, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
no problem! :iconmeowderpfaceplz:
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xXHopeless-DreamerXx Featured By Owner May 10, 2013  Student Writer
Its sad but i do love it, my dad used to sing that song to me no joke, but he isnt around anymore. I liked the story :)
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FearlessLullaby Featured By Owner May 10, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Awwwh.... that's sad to hear. I'm glad you liked it, though.
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BwaaJapan Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2013
I came here to read cutesy fluffy things and nOW I AM CRYING EVERYWHERE
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FearlessLullaby Featured By Owner Apr 17, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
xD
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CherryBombDax Featured By Owner Apr 7, 2013  Student Digital Artist
oh....m-my.....g-god......THAT W-WAS SO SAD!! IM CRYING MY EYES OUT!!!
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FearlessLullaby Featured By Owner Apr 7, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
awww :3
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Hetalia4ever909 Featured By Owner Mar 30, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
:iconcryforeverplz: TEH FEELS!!! :iconcryforeverplz:
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FearlessLullaby Featured By Owner Mar 31, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
xD
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Bakugami-Amaterasu17 Featured By Owner Feb 20, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
:iconcryforeverplz:
:iconbakugami-amaterasu17::iconsaysplz:MĚ PADRČ!!
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It got me right in the feels!! I loved it!
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FearlessLullaby Featured By Owner Feb 21, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks
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Bakugami-Amaterasu17 Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
You're welcome!
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xXChocoMelkGirlXx Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
i mean.... :iconcryforeverplz:
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FearlessLullaby Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
<3
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xXChocoMelkGirlXx Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:iconforevercryplz:
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nirikichan Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2013
Spainnn!! D: *cries womenly tears that are womenly*
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FearlessLullaby Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
<3
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sovarove Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Why am i crying? This was so sad... (;-; ) you wrote it so... Beautifully...
Love it... Great job my friend...
*acctually crying*
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FearlessLullaby Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much<3

here's a tissue :icontissueplz:
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sovarove Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
*takes tissue*
I need more... =,=
*keeps crying*
Papa.... Hu hu hu...
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iNSaNiTY-Piano Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2012
That was so sad D: I legitimately started crying. It was really well written though. FRANCE YOU BASTARD! IT WASN'T ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT BUT DAMN IT!!!
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FearlessLullaby Featured By Owner Dec 20, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
awww, ;w;

Thank you so much ^^

:iconfrancehankieplz::iconsaysplz: Don't blame me!
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iNSaNiTY-Piano Featured By Owner Dec 20, 2012
I'LL BLAME YOU ALL I WANT!!!
((no problem))
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lavi318 Featured By Owner Dec 17, 2012
i will not cry i will not cry *crying*
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FearlessLullaby Featured By Owner Dec 17, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
*hands you a tissue* ;w;

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lupus-astra Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
This was so bitterly adorable. Spain's character is spot on, what with his cheerful parental care coupled with the fact he can't stand to see those he cares about sad. And well, You'll Be In My Heart is one of my favorite songs.

However, I'm a little irked by the fact that a lot of the paragraphs are not spaced correctly. I just hate it when paragraphs are right under one another so it is very difficult to discern where one ends and the other starts at times. I suggest going through and editing that to make it easier on the eyes.

In terms of spelling and grammar, you're pretty much a-okay on that. Just a few things, like putting a comma instead of a period before a quotation mark when someone is finished speaking, since that is more proper.

Also, you may want to disclaim the song to Disney and Phil Collins.

Well, that's about it for my review. Overall, I'd give this a 7 out of 10. I hope that's fair enough. ^^; I'm kind of insanely picky nowadays...
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FearlessLullaby Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
;w; thank you so much for your critique! This is one of my older stories, so the paragraphing & period vs comma thing is iffy xD

;w; I'm so honoured by your kind words. and oh yeah, I'd better give credit to Phil Collins XD

Thank you so much :iconbrohugplz:
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minecraftbob Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2012
omfg. thank u for writing this. emotional stiff seems to lighten mah mood.

(yeah,imabitch. idk, i just like stuff like dis.)
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FearlessLullaby Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
No, you're not a bitch ono
You just like this stuff.
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minecraftbob Featured By Owner Dec 8, 2012
I guess.
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FearlessLullaby Featured By Owner Dec 8, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
^^
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