M I C H A E L
dear vienna,
our love wasn't made for movies. we fought quite often and held in our emotions. you acted like everything was fine when it wasn't. i know that you tried your hardest to keep me happy, but i just couldn't be when all i wanted was for you to move on and find better. though you never really did. you kept yourself distracted by moving out and finding interest in luke.
it doesn't matter anymore now that i'm gone. it is a relief though that when i came back, you were still in love with me. i was able to spend time with you before i was gone. that's all i wanted when i heard from cal that you were missing me still.
honestly, i never meant to hurt you like this. i never wanted to leave you like this. we were gonna get married and start a family. we could have grown old together. i'm sorry for ruining our plans.
i love you.
-michael
F I R S T P E R S O N
"Please don't apologize." I said, adverting my eyes to the wooden floor. "I don't need your sympathy. You never did like Michael, so why should you be apologizing?"
"Because we know you're in love with him." My mother says, placing her hand on my shoulder. "I'm so sorry that you have to go through this. Nobody should lose the love of their life so early." She says, kissing my forehead.
"We love you a lot, Enna." My father says, using the nickname I grew up with. "I always thought you and him would end up together when I first met him, but your mother over here couldn't get past the hair color." He laughed. "I'm sorry for your loss pumpkin. I love you and Michael loves you too. He always will. I knew he always would whenever he looked at you."
My father pulls me in for a hug, pressing a kiss on the top of my head. He never was the type of person to hug, but whenever he did he never wanted to let you go.
"I love you too dad." I said. "Thank you for everything."
T H I R D P O I N T O F V I E W
3 Y E A R S L A T E R
Vienna held the little girls hand, guiding her through the many grave stones. The little girl walked along side her mother with round green eyes that mimicked her fathers.
When they stopped in front of the familiar grave stone, Vienna felt the painful sting in her heart as the memories flood her mind like they always did when she'd visit him.
"Say happy birthday to Michael, Bella." Vienna said, smiling down at her three year old daughter.
"Happy birthday." Arabella placed a single white rose in front of the grave stone, whispering something Vienna couldn't quite understand.
Vienna kneeled down, placing a red rose next to the white one. "I miss you everyday. You're on my mind every second, every minute, every hour." She said, letting a single tear run down her red cheek. "Luke misses you. He talks about you every now and then. It still hurts him whenever he sees something of yours lying around the house." Vienna said, looking away from the grave stone, looking up at the darkening sky. "Calum hasn't been doing the greatest either. Alaska came back into his life and he's back with her. They're doing surprisingly good, but the only bad thing is that he can't stop himself from missing you." She looked at her daughter who was watching her mother talk. "Arabella resembles you in every way possible. I hope you're watching over her. Even though she's never met you, she loves you more than anything." Vienna stands up, taking her daughters hand in hers. "I love you, Michael. Happy 24th birthday."
The two walked back to the car, weaving through the many grave stones.
"Mommy?" Arabella asked.
"Yes, Bella?"
"Do you love Luke?" She questioned.
"Of course I love Luke." Vienna answered. "Do you love Luke?"
"I do love Luke, but what about Michael?"
"I also love Michael, but I love Luke too." Vienna said. "Bella?" She asked.
"Yes mommy?"
"What did you say to Michael?"
"I told him that I know he's my real daddy and that I'll love him forever." Bella said.
"He loves you too, you know?" Vienna said, looking at her daughter through the mirror.
"I know." Bella said, smiling at her mother. "I love you a lot mommy."
"I love you more baby girl."
AN
The end.
