At thirty nine,
Carol decided that she had enough of life. And I remembered one night when Carol told me to take care of you and the kids once she's gone. I can't help but cry, Darling. But Carol hushed me and told me not to cry over her because she knew just how much I loved you. Did she know? Really? After all these years I kept these feelings bottled up by myself? I thought I hid it quite well, but I guess it's us women's instincts to know that someone has feelings towards the love of their life. But she told me she understood and that I could have you by myself once she's gone. But I didn't want it, Dear. You were never happy with me. You were the happiest when you were with her.
But Carol decided to just stop breathing the later of the night.
YOU ARE READING
The Hourglass.
Short StoryAt five, I met you for the first time. At eight, I fell in love with you. At twenty six, I watched you marry the girl you love the most in life. At twenty eight, you got your first child born into the world with such a happiness I could never give y...
