THE PUZZLED PIECES: Broken Pieces

1|16 ♥ A torn family, and an aching heart. ♥

"Family is supposed to be our safe haven, but very often, it is where we find the deepest heartaches."- Iyanla Vanzant

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It was graduation day. Smiles and laughter resonated around the campus with dressed blues'and yellows scattered about in gleeful chatter.

The morning sun was high in the sky, flowers blossomed all around on the trees and grasses.

With an outstretched hand, Simone let a falling petal rest in her palm. Her eyes shone with admiration of how pretty the day was.

Everything looked perfect. The joy and laughter in the air was like music to her ears.

But there was one in particular that stood out from the rest. It was deep and did something to her insides that only one person could do.

She turned to the direction of the voice and just as she expected, there stood George Walsh, and as he began walking towards her, she couldn't help but be awed by how handsome he looked in his regalia.

His steps were confident and purposeful. And once he stopped infront of her, the look he gave her nearly knocked her off her feet. He was a natural charmer.

He presented a bundle of pink roses from the one hand he hid behind his back. They looked really pretty. "Simonna Richards." He called her name, almost melting in his mouth.

"Will you do me the honour of being my girl?"

Simone stared into his brown eyes that looked like warm chocolate, and remained captivated by the emotions swimming in there for her. "Yes" She replied, blushing.

Without any other words being said, their lips locked together. Cheers and catcalls rang out from all around them. The day couldn't get any better.

Then all of a sudden, the chatter of cheerful voices grew more distant and quiet by the second. The hold she felt on herself from George started to loosen itself.

She opened her eyes and to her surprise George was dissipating.

Confusion marred her face as she looked around and saw that everything and everyone was infact dissipating.

The clouds started closing in, turning the once bright and glorious day into a dark and stormy night.

Why? Simone still couldn't understand but found herself in normal clothes, running with eyes moistened with unshed tears. All her mind wanted to do was get far away from something.

There was a flashing light, then the honking of a car horn. She turned, but it was too late as she fell and hit herself on the hard tar.

Blood bled from her head, spreading more profusely on the ground, making her vision blurr as she lost consciousness steadily. A figure hovered above her....

George?

It was just for a few seconds, but Simone saw the familiar chocolate brown eyes. Except instead of looking at her, their focus was on something else ahead of her.

Simone tried to follow his gaze but she couldn't move. She tried and tried, again and again, but her body remained glued to the ground.

Then he moved, but just when Simone thought he'd approach her to help, he moved past her like she wasn't even there.