P.S. Because I Loved You.

P.S. Because I Loved You [19].

September 11:

Dear Ethan,

I was sitting with my legs-crossed in the far corner of my cell when an officer and a man appeared behind the bars. The officer said to the man, "Sir you may go in but visiting hours end in about 30 minutes." The man nodded and the officer left.

The unfamiliar man was young, muscular and elegantly dressed in a midnight blue suit attire. His jaws were square and he had thin, stealthy lips. His small-sloped nose made his bold, thick eyes stand out. "Rosalie?" He asked, inquisitively. 

"Yes. Who are you?" I stammered.

"My name is Jaysen Wycliffe and I am your attorney. We will be meeting every day for at least two hours." He said staidly.

"What am I supposed to do?"

He walked over to me and cautiously distanced himself as he sat down. "I need you to tell me the truth. I believe in you and we are both going to work very hard to make your voice heard in that courtroom. You need to tell me everything from day one."

"Day one of what?" I asked.

"Of when you met Ethan Craft."

I felt the air around us stifen. Why did Jaysen think that talking about the past makes everything better?

"I can't do this. I'm sorry." I said and turned my back to him, my tears ready to fall down. He did not say anything.

"Rosalie, I know what it feels like to think nobody understands you. I've been in your shoes before. But if you never make an attempt to resolve your problems, you will just keep running away from them. Please. You can trust me."

I faced him and wiped my sloppy, sticky, cheeks."No you don't know how it feels. You are just saying that to comfort me. Nobody knows what pain is. Have you ever been in love to find that the other person didn't love you back? Have you ever believed in someone so much that once they began to walk away, you found yourself left with nothing? Everyone thinks that I murdered Ethan because I am a criminal, therefore it is near impossible to change their mind, even if I am telling the absolute truth." I said, gazing over his face.

"Did you kill Ethan Craft, Rosalie?" He whispered.

I found myself at a loss of words, at a loss of breath.

He stood up, wiped the dust off his pants and walked to the door.

He yelled, "Officer!" and the officer came to get him."Yes sir, are you done?" Jaysen looked at me and told the officer, "For today."

I sobbed in my palms as my mind began to overflow with memories shared with Ethan.

And to myself, I wimpered, "No." The answer to Jaysen's question.

Rosalie