Enemy Confessions

Chapter Forty Six

Hi all! I'm sorry it took me so long to update the previous chapter so this is my apology. Two updates in three days! Hope you enjoy, this one it an emotional one.

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I woke up feeling surprisingly refreshed, considering the antics from the night before. The last time I saw her, I left abruptly and unintentionally hung out with Cale and his obnoxious looking car. Back when we thought we hated each other. I smiled slightly, but a heavy feeling in my heart quickly replaced it. I thought for sure he would be here with me today, yet here I am, alone.

Despite everything that has happened between us recently, she was happy to see me. She instantly pulled me into a hug, as if she knew why I was there and we both held on tight, lightly sobbing. She didn't release me until I was ready to let go. Eventually, I told her I was planning on going to Amelia's grave and instead of blabbering on about it as she would typically do, she just smiled lightly and told me she was glad. It's like she could sense the acceptance around my sisters death that I was starting to feel.

I drove for what felt like hours, taking extra turns when I didn't need to buy some time. Eventually, I worked up the courage to turn into the cemetery's parking lot and park the car. Getting out of the car was a different story. I sat in the car, staring ahead at the field in front of me. Rows and rows of tombstones staring back at me. I heard my phone going off for the 20th time and easily ignored it.

"Come on, Sterling." I said to myself as I gripped the steering wheel. "Get out of the car. You can do it." I looked ahead once again and saw a family 100 yards away. A mom, dad and little girl were all placing flowers down one by one in front of a tombstone. The child stared intently at the grey stone in front of her, staring silently while the two adults put one hand on the grave, the other discreetly wiping away silent tears. I looked down at the passenger seat, where my own flowers for Amelia lay silent, a mix of blue, yellow and pink, her favourite colour combination. If this little girl could do it, so could I.

I let out one long, slow breath, trying hard to ignore the lump forming in my throat. I grabbed the flowers and forced myself out of the car. Before I had another thought, I forced my legs to move until I was in front of the one grave I had been avoiding for a year.

"Amelia Sawyer

1994-2022

Love is like the wind, you can't see it, but you can feel it."

It read the words on her grave again and again. It almost didn't seem real. The quote was one of her favourites from a movie she would make me watch a lot as a child "A walk to remember." It eventually became one of our favourites to watch together but for different reasons. She loved the story and cried every time, and I loved that the ending wasn't like every other love story. Cheesy love was never my thing, while Amelia loved, well...love. I haven't seen it for a year and a half. Maybe I should watch it again. I put the flowers down and kneeled in front of the grey tombstone; the only sound I could hear was the rushing wind blowing around me.

"I'm sorry." was all I managed to say. I spread the flower around the headstone, the colours brightening up the drab colour of the stone. "I should have come sooner." I could feel tears well up in my eyes. I bit my lip to stop my chin from quivering.

"I should have done more." I continued. "Please forgive me." I choked out in a small voice, tears now escaping my eyes. I didn't bother wiping them.

I felt a small hand rest on my shoulder. I looked up to see the little girl from earlier by my side.

"I lost my sister to."

"How did you know she was my sister I asked."

She shrugged one shoulder. "I just knew."