I was thinking I'd be okay without him.
That maybe he come back to me after forgiving my mistakes.
I still remember the way he made me smile and the way he made me laugh.
I loved him. Today, although I'm nothing to you. It's hard enough trying to forget that I was somebody to you.
My phone binged uncontrollably. There were two texts from two almost identical numbers.
Thoughts shrouded my mind.
I winced slightly, taking a light breath and masking my surprise with admiration answered with a "Yes?"
The recovering sender sent a "Whats Up, along with a winky face" imagine waking up to some creep sending you messages and assuming it's your ex boyfriend.
I sent back a typical "who is this" they answered back with "This Is Marks' Parents" A feeling of absolute dread filled my stomach and wrestling with my concerns I responded with "what's wrong"
"Mark is dead" I almost dropped the phone from extreme disbelief.
Falling short of breath, I sobbed and sobbed, all night. Thinking of about a thousand different ways he could've passed.
The next few days, Christmas, Christmas Eve, and the day before has been to plan his undoubted passage ceremony.
The mistakes of my past and the mistletoe that hung amongst the winter fire mocked me that week.
About a month in i was starting to feel better.
Ready to move on.
Up until the next text rang... and the feeling of dread set in.
