The Only Girl In The World

Chapter Fourty

¬Christian

It’s been a month…a whole month since I lost the love of my life to the cruel hands of cancer. It’s been a month since I heard her angelic voice, beautiful laughter and pretty smile. It’s been a month since I saw her in that casket, wearing a white dress looking as beautiful as ever. It’s been a whole month I lost the other piece of me,

I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands shaking and my feet repeatedly tapping on the floor. My heart ached with pain but I couldn’t let the tears out. I wanted to stay strong, I knew she would have wanted me to.

I didn’t expect it, no one did not even the doctors. A complication that arrived in the middle of the nights and took her life that very hour. I thought I still had a little more time with her. I didn’t even get to give her a proper goodbye.

A tear escaped and rolled down my cheek as I stared at the picture on my phone wallpaper. I had many other pictures of her but this particular one was my favorite. The one where she had my hoodie on and was reading a novel.

She was gone….she was gone! Never coming back! I would never get the chance to hold her again and to tell her I loved her. I would never get the chance to hear her say those words back.

I was broken when my father and little sister died, but this….I don’t even understand this. It felt like part of me died to.

“Sweetie.” The door creaked open and my mother peeked her head in. “Are you ok?”

“I’m trying my best mom, I just…” I broke off sobbing.

She came in and wrapped her arms around me pulling me into a hug.

“It’s hard losing someone you love, you don’t have to be so hard on yourself.” She whispered.

“Thanks mom.” I croaked out pulling out of the hug.

“Rick was here some minutes ago, he dropped this off for you.” She said putting a floral journal in my hand. “He told me that Kaylee wanted you to have it when she died.”

Taking it, I flipped it open. Her name was written in calligraphy over the first page.

“Thank you, tell him I said thank you too.” I said tracing the design with my finger.

“I will.” She gave me one more hug before she left.

Laying on my bed, I flipped through the pages that were filled with a very familiar handwriting. It was Kaylee’s. She wanted me to have this.

I flipped through the pages taking each of the words and every lines in it. I smiled every now and then as I read through it, it was her story. The story of her life and every single thoughts she had.

By the time I had finished reading it, it was evening already. As I flipped to the last page, a folded letter dropped out. I picked it up and a necklace fell out of it. The necklace I gave to her on her birthday, the one with our initials. I stroked it softly and then turned my attention back to the paper reading the words on the front page.

“To Christian” I read out.

Unfolding it gently, I skimmed through it. I could see some stains on the paper that looked a lot like tear stains. How I wish I could have wiped those tears.

Taking a small breath, I started reading it. In a minute or so, I was done. There were fresh new tears in my eyes but my heart ached a little less. I held the paper to my chest and looked up, a sad smile playing on my lips.

She was happy. That was what mattered the most. And it was enough for me.