Destiny

Sneak Peek(The FUTURE!)

A lone man dressed in an expensive black suit, which should've looked impressive but now looked slightly wrinkled, hunched upon the stone of a single grave, his expressionless blue eyes piercing the name on the stone, obscured by his body. 

He wasn't crying, though he should've been, and that's what made the tightness in his abdomen more uncomfortable. Since the incident, his family had noticed what had happened to him. The small smiles and laughs brought forward ever since she came into their lives had vanished, as if only the remnants of a fever dream. 

He should've protected her better. Maybe then she'd still be here with them. Could've shoved her aside when she'd stepped in front of him. Could've taken the bullet instead. Maybe then he would be the one in the grave. Not her. It would've hurt his family, but he didn't care. Because he was already dead. At least then, she would've been safe. Would've been breathing. 

He should've told her sooner who she was to him. How much he cared for her.

Well now she'd never know. And this left him restless.

He sighed, tracing the engraved name silently, not noticing the figure approaching from behind. A slim hand landed on his shoulder, in comfort and understanding.

"You've been here for hours." The voice of his aunt remarked, concern marring her tone. Her nephew didn't respond. She sighed softly.

"I know how much you felt for her. How much you miss her. We all do, but you can't be goin' on like this, Tom."

This time he turned around, meeting his aunt's stern brown eyes. She didn't show it outwardly, but she was shaken by the look in his eyes, the coldness, the unfamiliarity. It gave her a flashback to when his father had left them for his own selfish desires, his ma becoming sick in her grief the following weeks, and eventually wasting away. He'd been just like this, unresponsive, but silently tearing himself apart. It'd taken months for him to go back to some sense of normality, and even then he'd changed. He'd become different.

"I guess she was just too good to be true." He voiced morosely before relenting and walking away, past his aunt and not sparing her a glance.

This left a clear view of the stone grave with the name:

XANIA BLACK

Hell Ani, why did you have to leave?

She gazed at the grave, a soft sad look in her eyes, before turning to go and follow her nephew. 

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew her way, whispers echoing in the air. Polly gasped and stumbled, tumbling back towards the grave. She stared around her slightly fearfully, wary of the feeling that had washed over her. (Her gypsy blood had always been reliable after all)

She stayed there for a couple moments, shaken up, before hesitatingly striding away, hugging her arms and still glancing back.

But...

They never noticed...

TO BE CONTINUED

(Don't worry, our girl won't let go that easily!)