The Deceased

Prologue

He had said some words to me that fateful day at the beach. Words that have stuck with me and been proven to not be true. Words that I hate with all of my being.

"I can't let you go, Hero. I won't be able to live without you, it hurts just to think about it." I tell him as I lay my head on his shoulder.

He sighs, "baby, listen to me. Eventually... one day, it'll stop hurting, and you'll start to live again."

He was wrong. People say that as time goes on, your heart will start to heal and you will be able to move on.

Whoever started that saying was clearly just someone denying their true feelings and giving out false hope. It's complete bullshit.

My heart hasn't healed, in fact, it's grown to be more broken. How could it be fixed when there are pieces missing? Pieces that I will never be able to get back.

The only thing holding me from the edge are my precious boys. Boys that hold so much happiness, love and wonder.

I gave up on nursing. I couldn't help the person I love so how could I help anyone else? So now, I run Hero's company. Shane used to for a while, but he had things that he wanted to do that didn't involve running a multimillion dollar company. But no one knows I run it, they don't even have a clue at who is running it. I like it that way, now with this much money you would think that I live in a mansion and spoil my kids, but that is incorrect.

I want my kids to know responsibility and a real life, so we live in a five bedroom house on the country side of England. Five rooms because I wanted a spare for when Shane and his kids visit, then a room for me and each boy. Though they are usually sleeping in the same bed with each other because of how inseparable they are.

I adore the way that they can't go without each other, they truly love one another.

And each night I lay in my cold bed hugging a different piece of clothing that was once worn by my beloved. I buy the same cologne that he wore and make sure to spray his things and my pillow with it. It almost tricks my brain into thinking he's there... sleeping soundly next to me. The thing that actually lulls me to sleep are the memories. Such as when he helped me get over my fear of hot water, when he tried to teach me how to play soccer, our first date, our first time.....

The twins are starting to learn about how all of their friends have dads, they asked me where theirs were. I didn't have the heart to tell their wide eyes about him being... dead. So I just said, "your dad loves you both very, very much, but he is just unable to be here." And that was that.

I miss my beloved. My Hero. The deceased.

Note from author❤️:

Prologue loves, though I don't know how long it will be till I publish the first chapter because I want to finish one of my two other ongoing stories.

You know you love me xoxo,
Zoë