He'd gone beyond his player ways for her.
She'd grown beyond her traumatic past for him.
Together, their love was beyond.
Until one fatal accident.
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When she loses the love of her life in a car crash, Althea has nothing left in California...
Warning: talk about grief in the first part of the chapter. It's nothing too deep, but I prefer to warn if some people are sensitive about this subject. 💕
Also, don't forget to listen to the song above because it definitely inspired this chapter, and it'll set the mood!
'No there's no starting over
Without finding closure.'
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*ALTHEA'S POV*
October 10, 2023.
'Hey, how are you doing?
Just a little message to show you how much your godson is loving his new jacket :)'
Kylie's message appeared to save me out of boredom—or from Linda's scolding, as my thumb had been hovering over my work inbox.
Right on time, as always.
Seeing the numbers 9.55 above today's date, it was not even 7 am in California, but she was surely already baking her second or third batch of muffins for the morning rush at the bakery.
And she still took the time to text me, like for every meaningful date.
I had no idea how she did it. How could she even know seven years ago I'd arrived at Lotus Bay high school and my life had changed forever? Was it a coincidence? Some sort of instincts?
There was no other logical explanation for her to know every single meaningful date.
Nevertheless, as if it were her mission every time, she managed to stretch a small smile on my tight lips when I opened the video attached, and a ball of white and black fur took over the screen, parading on the grass and wiggling its tail.
Cucciolo, the crossbred dog, which Kylie had named me godmother of, even if I'd never met him in person.
I wasn't even sure what this role meant, apart from sending him pet clothes. Would I be responsible for him if they traveled abroad? Or was it his godfather's role? Who was even his godfather?
I was questioning too many things today, instead of simply replying with an 'I'm fine and you?' along with a comment about Cucciolo being the cutest model.
It was what happened when you had nothing else to do. Questions started swirling in your mind, soon taking what-ifs, could've, would've, and should've in a spiral you couldn't control, and next, your thoughts were drifting and teetering too close to a dangerous abyss.
So before another question could form, I sent the usual reply and looked for something to focus my thoughts on... for the next three weeks.
Well, not exactly because Jordon would hopefully have a day, maybe a day and a half, off work. Besides, his mother would arrive at midday for a nine days stay, and she would undoubtedly keep me busy.
