The Samoan (A Roman Reigns Story) (Reupload)

Caroline

After Caroline's funeral, everyone went to the reception. I stayed for awhile but I just couldn't deal with it. Between my talk with Joe and everything from today, I needed to leave. I went for a walk. It was close to being dark soon but I didn't really care. I liked the night. It was refreshing, peaceful. And the quietness of it all allowed me to just walk and not worry about anything else around me. I came back to the reception about an hour later. People had started to disperse already. My mom was talking with a man and Caroline's parents when I walked into the building.

"There you are. We've been looking for you." My mom said as I got closer to the group of them.

"Sorry, I was out for a walk. What's up?"

"This was one of Caroline's nurses. He brought some of Caroline's stuff she had on her."

"Oh, hi. Glad you could make it."

"I actually brought something for you too. Before Caroline went under for surgery, she was conscious for a short while. It was almost a miracle she was coherent let alone conscious. But, anyways, she wrote a letter to you. Well, she told me what to write and she said it was important that I delivered it to you."

He handed me the piece of paper. The last thing Caroline Taylor ever said was on this slip of paper. I couldn't even bring myself to open it. About a half hour later, I still couldn't open it. The reception had already ended and people were cleaning up. Don't be afraid of it, Evanna. Just open it. And so I did. The words written on the page made my heart burst.

Dear Evanna,

Hey bestie. Well, it looks like I'm not going to make it. I'm sorry about that, I really am. You always told me I was never a very good driver...yeah, probably shouldn't be making jokes about it but you know how I am. Listen, I know you better than I know myself and you're going to be moping around, crying and blaming yourself but I'm going to tell you something that you need to hear and that you need to listen to. Four little words: it isn't your fault. I'm serious. It really isn't. What happened, happened. And there is nothing we can do to change it. I may be dead, but that doesn't mean that you need to stop living. Live your life. I was wrong. I should've just left it alone. I should've let you live your life the way you wanted to. You were so happy. Happier than I had ever seen you. But I wanted you to live a different life. You had every right to be mad at me. I made a mistake. Try and forgive me for that. And then, live your life. Joe's a nice guy. He really is. You don't know how hard he struggled when I asked him to break up with you. He really loves you, Evanna. He loves you more than anything. Go and be with him. Live your life the way you want to. Know that I will always be here for you. I always have. Love you, sis.

Goodbye,

Caroline

I cried and cried. I didn't even know what to say. Live my life? Be with Joe? It's what I wanted. It's what she wanted me to do. But for some reason, some force kept me from doing that. She said not to blame myself. And I wasn't. I wasn't going to do that anymore. But to be with Joe, after everything. After what we said to each other. Especially after Caroline died. I'm sorry, Caroline. I'll live my life. But over the Joe thing, I can't respect your wishes. I wiped my eyes and left the building. I went home and slept. And for once since Joe ended things, it was a peaceful sleep.