This is becoming a habit. One that I don't like too much. I am yet again wearing a black dress with matching heels and gloves in the first pew. I can't see with the warm water of tears covering my eyelids. I can't smell anything besides the strong scent of daisies, lilacs, and forget-me-nots. Those were his favorite. Every date, every event, he'd bring me the beautiful blue flower with a silver or gold bow. They grew to be my favorite flower because of him. Now I hate them because of him. It's funny how eight months can have so many changes.
I can't hear anything . I'm trying to block everything out, but it's hard with a crying Mrs. Ryder on your shoulder. Poor Mrs. Ryder. I understand what it's like. Not to lose a son I mean, but to lose someone you love. Three times. Over 2 years of relationships ended because of the nightmare all of us must face at some point in our lives. Death.
All of them I loved. From every flaw, to every laugh. After all of those relationship, I'm pretty sure there's a message. I guess I'm not meant to love, or maybe I'm supposed to be a nun or something. But after Andrews, I was ready to try something new and exciting. So when I said yes to Cole, I knew something would change, but not as much of a change...
YOU ARE READING
Forget-Me-Not
Mystery / ThrillerLeea has had amazing relationships with three guys who have one huge thing in common. They are all dead. Alex died in a car accident, Dylan died in a overdose homicide, and Andrew died right after enlisting in the army. At the funeral she meets a yo...
