The cold, bleak, biting weather pricked at my skin, summoning my 'onesy '.
The sky was a dim Grey and the clouds were barely visible.
I was joined by a fine black-cloaked stranger.
"Funny weather, huh? " they asked.
" Indeed. "
...
There was a weak, chilly breeze teasing my back." I need a favor."
I looked up at the individual. Smart. Attractive. Diligent looking."What?"
"I need you to take care of some dirty business for me.. "
"If it doesn't include diapers, I'm in" I deadpanned.
And as if we had only met each other, Rich and I moved swiftly towards the engraved stone, overlooking Jersey's grave.
"It's funny how I feel a new spark between us. One that was never there." He smiled.
"Yeah" I replied.
I placed my bouquet of flowers on top of the grave, as well as closing my eyes for a short period of reflection.
"I have a question for you, Jordan.. "
I breathed in heavily then released a cool breeze.
" I know there's no sequel to our love... But can there be a sequel to our friendship? "
I gazed at him.. Admiring how naiive he was. Admiring the person I once was.
"Tell me, Rich... Can there be a sequel to an end..."
"Was that a question?" He fiddled in his pockets.
"You tell me.. "
And with that I brought out my black umbrella, put on my best poker face and did madusaa's job for her.
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Heads Before Heels
General FictionBook 1 in the award winning series: Disposable Hearts