Happy Once More.

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Today I visited her grave. It's been almost 2 months since she's been gone. I've felt the same ever since she's left. Dead. But my feelings for her have blossomed ever since I've met her. 2 years ago. I had everything planned out. We were supposed to get married and have children. I can't now. I can't see myself with anyone else either. She's in my dreams, no one else.

The walk home from the graveyard was depressing. Everything seemed to fall apart. I saw a couple fighting while on their date, the botique downtown closing for good, children crying and being neglected by their parents, and just so much sadness upon this lonesome day. Why is everything falling apart? I was almost home when I ran into someone. Perrie.

"Zayn. Hey." Her smile was warming.

"Hey, Perrie." I forced a smile, but it wasn't enough for her. She saw right through me.

"I'm sorry. I heard about-"

"Please. I really don't want to talk about her." She gave me a hug.

I don't know what was so inviting about her hug. It felt so nice and warming. It reminded me of Mindy. I began to cry. Perrie comforted me and she walked me home. Her husband was out having a day with her children. She was happy with her life and how it turned out to be. It made me happy for her, but it was sad for me because I want what she has with Mindy. She stayed for a while and we caught up talking about her since I didn't want to talk about me. Then I made my decision that was going to change everything.

Her phone began to ring.

"Hello?" She spoke into the phone.

"Zayn. I have to go, but only for an hour. I have to go drop off the kids at my mum's since Dave has to go to a meeting. I hope this is okay."

"Yeah. I'll still be here." I tried to give her a smile. She knew and she took it.

We said good-bye. Hers meant "See you later." Mine meant "Good-bye."

She left my flat. I sat there for a couple of minutes and realized that it would be the best for me. I went to my bedroom and went to my dresser. In the sock drawer, there was a revolver. I sat on my bed holding the gun in my hands. I was shaking. My whole body couldn't handle this much pressure. "Do it. Do it. Do it." I kept telling myself. "You'll end your pain and be with her finally.  Be happy." I took a breath and held it against my head and closed my eyes. I began to sob. I couldn't handle it any longer. I'll be happier. I know for sure.

"I'm joining you soon, baby. We'll be happy together." I said inbetween my sobs.

My finger was on the trigger.

I'm gone with Mindy.

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