Hey guys! So I was listening to Dear Darling by Olly Murs this morning and this idea came to me. I really like what I have so far, and I hope you will too. This will not be published until i am done with Nightingale. I think....
This is just a teaser, to show you what it is about. Let me know if you would read it! (:
xXRachelXx
**Michael's POV**
"I'm sorry for your loss." my old High School teacher Ms. Krevice patted me on the shoulder and solemnly looked back at the casket. I followed her gaze and my eyes landed on her. Even in death, white as my bed sheets she was breathtaking. Her long blonde hair was curled and rested on her shoulders.
It was hard to believe that she was actually gone. The love of my life was ripped from my hands and rudely handed off to God sooner than expected. She looked so peaceful, something she had not been for a very long time. I half expected her to jump up and smack me on the head before leaning in and kissing my lips the way she always did when I did something stupid. I begged her to do just that, to get out of the purple casket, her favorite color. To whisper to me that it was okay, she wasn't really gone.
I knew that it couldn't be that way though, Evelynn had to leave me now. She had to go on to better things. I couldn't understand why. Why did a young girl of only 20 get stuck with such a tragic life?
As tears dripped down my face I greeted a few more people in the line before turning away.
I can't do this. I thought to myself.
"Everyone please leave the room. The family would like to give Michael some time with her." Luke's mum, Liz said through a microphone. I watched as they all filed out, giving me looks of sympathy and love. I could only nod and blink away my tears.
When I was finally alone with her, my beautiful girlfriend I broke down even harder.
"Why? Why Evelynn?! Why did this happen to you?" I whispered to her, kneeling in front of her. I held her hand tightly in mine, a perfect fit. But it was cold, hard, lifeless. The girl I loved so much no longer occupied this body.
"I love you, baby girl. We'll be okay." I continued, getting up and pressing my lips to hers.
With tears still clouding my vision I opened the door that lead to the opening hall where the funeral would be held. A million heads turned to face me as I trudged down the aisle with my head held low. I took my place behind the podium and waited for the service to begin. I gripped a white handkerchief tightly in my left hand, causing my muscles to tense and strain in my arm.
A man in a black suit gets behind the stand and begins talking in a slow, deep American accent.
"We are here today to honor the life of Evelynn Elizabeth Carter. Born July 23rd, 1993, died May 2nd, 2013."
