Faded Love - Charles Leclerc

Chapter 12: Where will I go?

🎶 How Far I'll Go - From "Vaiana" — Alessia Cara 🎶

Unfortunately, Carmen, George, Lando and George left already on Monday again, but my week was stuffed with lots of things to do. On Tuesday, Bobby's parents, siblings and I had an appointment with the notary, who was in charge of carrying out my late fiancé's last wishes.

We all gathered in his office, still dressed in mourning. The small lawyer entered the room and took a seat behind his desk.
"Let's get started, could I get an ID from all of you first?" he said.
We all rummaged through our bags and pockets to take out licenses or passports.
"Thank you very much, Mr Kennedy was very clear with his wishes, I will read his will out loud" he spoke and brabbled down the classic phrases.

To make it short, his parents were getting his art collection, Joe was getting everything in his property that Bobby had because of being a first-born of his family, as he was now the eldest son, Johnny got his personal possessions like his guns, stamp collection etc, he left Victoria his Boston apartment, which was where I was staying now, Virginia inherited his sailing boat and Catherine was given his gold coins, which were worth a whole lot.

Patiently, I waited for my turn, but the notary had put back down the will on his table.
"You, Miss Wright are not explicitly mentioned in Mr Kennedy's will, but he left me this letter for you a few days before you flew out to Monte-Carlo" he said and handed me an envelope.

I took it quietly and stuffed it into my bag, feeling the other's looks on me.
"Good, then we are all done here, thank you for your time and my heartfelt condolences once again." the notary said, stood up and shook all of our hands. We rode down the elevator together and when we had arrived downstairs, Victoria spoke up first: "Mary, I don't know what Bobby was thinking but you can obviously stay at the apartment for as long as you want."
"Yeah, and if you want to have any personal items of his, I'd be happy to leave them to you" Johnny added.
"Yeah, I'm not going to offer you his art collection, I know that you hated it to your guts" Carolyne joked and it was the first time I had seen her laugh since the tragedy. She was absolutely right, if there was one thing Bobby and I never agreed on, it was our taste in the arts: he loved contemporary art, while I was all about the classics.
"Guys, thank you, really, but Bobby never did something without thinking it through a million times. Maybe I will find an answer here" I said and waved the letter.

We all parted ways, but Joe walked with me for a bit more.
"You want to read it together, or...?" he asked.
"No, I think I'm going to do it alone, and I already know where, but thank you for the offer" I said and hugged him tightly before we took different directions.

I made my way to the Common and walked to our bench on the Frog Pond. We had gone here to have lunch together so often during our breaks after we had gotten to know each other better and it had always been one of our favourite places in the city. I took a deep breath and ripped the envelope open. There was a bunch of papers in it and I started reading.

Dear Mary,

If you are reading this letter, something must have gone terribly, terribly wrong and we never made it to the altar together.
As I know you, you're not even pissed that I didn't consider you in my will, because you know I'd have my reasons. And you are right.

I cannot even imagine what you must be going through, so shortly before what would have been our wedding day. But that also means you never became a Kennedy, and maybe, that's even a blessing. I left all my earthly belongings to my family, to set you free. I don't want you to be remembered of me every second of your life, I want you to go out there and get the happiness you deserve without a feeling of owing me anything.

But I'm not leaving you behind with nothing: Boston was our place, but it wasn't yours. You closed your England chapter a long time ago, but whenever we were in Monaco visiting your friends, your eyes would light up. The Mediterranean breeze in your hair, that eternal summer glow on your cheek... I haven't forgotten that you also left painful memories there, but I would like to say that I know you quite well and that you could actually live a happy life there. In this envelope, there are property papers for a loft in Monte-Carlo, with a view of the harbour. If I am completely wrong about this, you are free to sell it, I bought it under your name.

And secondly, I put you as a beneficiary of my life insurance. I know you don't need the money as you earn well enough, but maybe you can use it for charity. I'd be so proud if you put my name up for something beneficiary, I couldn't imagine a better way to be remembered.

Last but not least, LIVE! Mourn me, take as long as you need, but I am watching you from above and I want you to be happy. I have seen the way Charles Leclerc still looks at you, maybe give him a chance, if you feel it's right. Just please not Lando, I love him to bits, but I don't want you to spend the rest of your life as a babysitter ;)

Please know that I loved you with all my heart. I will be in Heaven waiting for you, my Angel.

Yours forever,
Bobby

Tears were streaming down my face. He loved me so, so much, why did fate have to take him away from me? I quickly scanned through the other papers and found the property license for the loft and the insurance bonus, just as he had said. My eyes almost fell out when I saw that it was worth 20 million $.

"Bobby" I whispered to the wind and sighed. "Please be my guardian angel and never leave me."