His bruised body lay on the floor in a pool of blood. He was gone. I couldn't help blaming myself for being so lazy and not getting up earlier. I cried and cried. When I managed to stop, I called the police straight away and they booked me a flight home first thing. The plane felt cold and dark without him their to lighten up my life. I returned home and the English police visited me the next morning. I looked awful, I hadn't slept a wink. "Are you Kate O'Neil? "A tough-looking man asked me in the door way. " Yes. come in. " I said opening the door wide. " We just want to ask you a few questions about the death of James Paging. " I nearly broke down at the sound of his name. " Ok," I said, " Can I get you a cup of tea or anything?" I asked, hoping to change the subject. " No thank you, we are on a very tight schedule. I sat down and they sat opposite me. After 10 minutes of questioning we had got nowhere since I knew nothing about it.
When they left I decided to go back to work, try and get my mind off things for now. I walked in and everyone crowded round me but I didn't want their sympathy right now. " Sorry, but can we just not talk about it?" I asked Isis, a friend from the cafe. " Sure, I know exactly how you feel." she said. She had been widowed and we all felt the same for her. " Alright people, break it up!"she said to the whole cafe " give the girl some space, she don't want to talk about it, yeah?" . "Thanks." I whispered.
It was like that for about 2 months then it was his funeral. I had to go back out to Cyprus, I went alone, but I bought Pippa this time. I couldn't make it though, I cried all the way through. When I returned home my friends and family had prepared a party for the funeral. I enjoyed it and surprised myself. I was going to be ok, as long as i had all these wonderful people.
That was it really. The story of me and James Paging.
Author's note:
Thanks for reading my story! I will probably start a new one soon as I am on half term so have lots of time to write!
Ella xx
