High School is never easy. But, for you and Mr. Cool Guy, it is.
You're at the peak of your popularity. All guys are after you, all girls envy you. You're the head of the cheerleading squad plus you're father is a multi-millionaire.
But, at the las...
Peniel hasn't answered your calls nor texted you back. He doesn't even go to your house the next day.
Monday is here and you wake up early. As promised, a white Bentley is parked in front of the house.
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"At least he kept his promise," you jump in the car with the keys in the ignition. "Oh yeah, baby," your smile is from ear to ear.
After checking your new ride, you step on the gas and head towards the cemetery. Every year for the past five years, you visit your mom's grave on your birthday.
You've already phoned school and told them you're not going to class.
It's an hour drive to the memorial park. You've stopped for flowers on the way.
After placing the flowers over your mom's grave, you sit on the grass next to it. You can't stop the tears from falling once again. You miss her. Especially now that your father's not around, you miss her even more.
When she was still alive, your birthdays were always spent with the family. You, your mom and your dad would go somewhere on a vacation. You were one happy family before. But now, you feel like you don't have any left.
"I knew I'd find you here," Mark's hand touches your shoulder and you jump.
"Shit! You freakin' startled me."
He chuckles and hands you one of the two bouquets he's holding. "Happy Birthday, Elysa."
He puts the other one on your mom's grave.
"You don't have to be here, Mark," you tell him. But, deep inside you're happy he is.
"I want to. Besides, I promised your mom I'd be here today." Last year you took Mark here on your birthday. He told your mom he would come visit every year from that time.
He goes back to his car and takes a basket with him. In it is a blanket and some sandwiches. He spreads the blanket on the ground and puts out the food.
"I know you haven't eaten yet," he says, handing you one of the sandwiches and motioning for you to sit.
You take it, you forgot to have breakfast because of your excitement on your new car. Both of you eat in comfortable silence.
"Your mom must be proud of you now," he whispers, breaking the silence.
Hearing him say that, you tear up again. You put the half-eaten sandwich down and lay on your back, hoping the tears would stay inside your eyes. But they don't. They slide down the side of your face.
Mark's hands slowly wipe them. That didn't stop it, instead it made it worse. You're sobbing and you roll up your knees to your chest, hugging them.
With your back on Mark, he lays down beside you and wraps one arm around your body.
