Chapter 1

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I was with Felix that night. I was there to witness his death. I knew he did it for me. Even though he always said he would die for me, I never believed it. I never knew he had problems too. I didn't know. I couldn't stop him. As the sirens pulled him away from me I thought. " How could you? How could you take your life away for me?" I needed him as much as he needed me.

A few days after Felix died, I saw a new picture on the wall. It was a painting that I knew all too well. The painting he made for me in 9th grade. The same one he gave me on my birthday. It was still in shape. The painting he made of me. As my mom walked in I wiped my tears and quickly pulled myself together. " I found it in storage." she says. "It was covered in dust." I wanted to tell her to put it back in storage but I couldn't. I knew she would ask why and I couldn't give her my answer. "I remember how he said he made it himself with so much confidence." I said, " He was always in front of that old canvas." "Yeah he was like that." she said.

After she left to work I went upstairs to paint, but I heard a familiar voice. "Vianne, I'm home!" It was Primrose. She had just come back from college. I rushed downstairs and hugged her. Her wavy pink hair hit my back. Prim was my half sister. "Oh I've missed you too Via." She said " And I've got to tell you all about it!" I had to admit I did miss her too and wanted to hear about her time at college, so I agreed.

After a bit of talking, Prim started asking questions about me. " So does my little Via have a boyfriend yet?" I immediately backed myself up "First of all boys are ugly at my age, and second Felix just died." She started thinking as if she didn't remember him. "You know my best friend since we were kids? His name was Felix." she looked with shock "The lemon boy? Oh I liked him for you." She frowned. I knew she always thought we would get together but I always protested. Sometimes I wish I didn't.
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Sorry it's short but I'll try to make them longer

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