Winter (Not Edited)

Chapter 20

Today was the day both of their lives would change.

Emerson awoke in a mess of sweat and tears. The nightmare he had last night was sent by Lucifer himself.

He left the estate in the early afternoon, he needed to go to the flower shop on Main Street. After picking out white lilies he made his way to the cemetery.

The old metal gates were opened and birds sung their morning tunes as the rain soaked him. He was glad for the rain, it covered his tears. The wind fulfilled it's duty as it howled and discreetly covered his sobbing.

He killed his family.

It should have been himself, Emerson thought.

Setting the flowers at his mother's grave, he dropped to his knees. "I'm sorry momma, I am so sorry. It should have been me." Emerson sobbed as he hit his balled fist on the ground.

His suit was drenched and dripping with mud and rainwater.

His long fingers trembled as they traced the indent of the lettering on the grave. As if it was like a tigger his heart snapped. His family's years were cut short because he lit that bloody fire.

He cursed himself now.

His tears subsided as he moved to his father's grave. The pain of a parents disappointment was what he felt. He knew his father would be disappointed with the way he was living his life, shutting everything out.

"I'm sorry father," he spoke with a cracked voice. His body was shaking. His chest was constricted and his breathing was uneven.

He should be the one dead.

He started the fire.

Hot tears continued on the pathway of his jawline. It wasn't stopping and certainly not when he made it to Mary's grave.

He brought one of the lilies and placed it on the grave. "I was supposed to protect you, you were supposed to grow old with me." Emerson cried out.

"I'm sorry your big brother was stupid, I'm sorry we never got to play hide and seek." A tear traced his face as he moved against a tree in the graveyard.

Fighting more tears, his eyes were tired. He was tired. Tired of life. Tired of living.

It was getting late, but his body didn't move. His mind and body was with his family. He didn't visit them often, mostly because it made him hysterical.

Winter had been in her room all day, waiting for Emerson to return so she could apologize for ruining their friendship.

She was starting to worry, where had he gone.

He had left later, and it was his off day, but now it was later than when he usually came home from work.

Her black night dress wrapped her pale flesh. A fringing lace lining traveled the bottom and top of the dress. Her blonde hair toppled down her back, her eyes were red and dark circles rounded them, indicating her weariness.

Her hands fiddled with a small flower drawing she had done. It was a small apology gift, hopefully he would like it.

She ruined their friendship.

He's not going to forgive her.

Her heart broke at the thoughts swarming her mind. Her hand clammed over her chest at the pain.