POV
Millie
I sit myself down cross-legged on the soft green grass. I set my less-than-impressive bouquet of flowers down next to the beautiful white roses.
I'm in absolute awe right now by whoever did this for my mom, she totally deserves it.
The beautiful scenery is a perfect way to tell my mom what I came here to say.
"Mom?" I say as my voice breaks, great...I've gotten one single word out and I'm already on the verge of tears again.
I take a deep breath and exhale trying to compose myself.
"Mom," I say in a much more composed way.
"I need to talk to you about something. I don't know how to say this but just know I love you okay? Just know I will never forget you and the relationship we had, just know I'm sorry for what I did to you and just know I'll always carry you with me, but I need to let you go." I say and the tears come flowing as I knew they would when I said those heart wrench words out loud.
"You wouldn't want this for me. You didn't give me life so I could stop it on my own. I know you would want me to continue on, you would want me to be happy and to stop blaming myself for everything that happened that day. I know you, and I know you would appreciate it when I say, I disconnected your phone today. I need to let you rest in peace now, I'll be okay, whatever life throws at me Mom, I will be okay." I finish my speech as my face is covered with more tears, but not sad ones this time.
I wipe the remnants of tears away and I have no idea if it's a coincidence or not but the lightest amount of wind runs past my face and through my hair. Believer or not, but I'm claiming that as a sign from my mom.
I feel a weight lifted and although I'll always come to visit my mom from time to time I can't keep her in the in-between for me.
It's time to start my journey back to Los Angeles and deal with my misfortunes head-on.
Before I go to stand up, I grab the red roses that sit directly in from of my mom's headstone to let the beautiful scent fill my nostrils. I go to set them back down in their original spot but my eye is caught on something, lying beneath the red roses was a napkin with something written on it.
I immediately grab it, bringing the white napkin closer to my eyes. It's written in another language and I have no idea what it says.
I hurriedly grab my new phone and type in Google Translate. I need to know what this says. My first assumption will be Spanish.
I type in the message:
"estarías tan orgulloso"
It translates:
You'd be so proud
Oh. My. God, X?
My heart halts and accelerates at the same time, I can feel it in my ears. I'm so dumbfounded right now. It was X?
X, was here?
YOU ARE READING
37 days: Holding on 2 broken promises
RomanceThis is a second book to 37 days so if you haven't already read the first book, please do so! Millie and X are now apart and must go back to the lives they lived before they knew one another. They struggle to move on but learn to grow on their own...
