Donovan

6. New life

I fixed my hair today as I walked towards their house. I just had to leave half of my wardrobe and my laptop there. I didn't know this would lead to us being this broken up though. When I knocked on the door, it just opened. Slowly, I took a step inside to see their furniture gone. The funky lamp by the door was gone. The carpet, the dining table and everything. My eyes widened as I ran up the stairs to look in every empty room.

     When I reached his room, the desk was the only thing still in this vacant house. My eyes snapped to the white piece of paper and my belongings. I stood there, eyeing these things and then my gaze fell to the paper. My trembling hands opened it carefully and I held my breath before reading his messy cursive writing.

     Dear Emery,

       I love you. Always have and always will. But you knew that my brothers and I are always moving around and we wouldn't stay here forever. There was a time when I argued with them for us to move some place else but I saw an angel and decided to protect that angel and stay. I couldn't say goodbye and I hate myself for hurting you. Maybe I'll explain one day but for now, I can't. God. I am so in love with you and it's insane. This craving for your touch, your voice and just you in general has my heart aching. And I'm sorry if this confuses you because you confuse me too. But I love that. Maybe one day we'll meet again and maybe fate will bring us back for a reason.
                                        Sincerely, yours always

     He was really gone then? A note that explains no reason on why he was leaving? I mentally slapped myself for still loving him.

         So I held it closer to my chest as I cried.

                        4 years later...

I circled the rim of my steaming mug with the tip of my finger as I watched the rain pour down from the outside. Moving from Phoenix to Seattle had to be the best decision of my life. I kind of did like the rain here and this was better than being burnt after too long of a day outside. Seattle was just perfect. After I got my college degree, I got a job and started working at a journal company called Asylum's Heroes Co. Last week, I published my first writing where I got praised for it since I was a newbie. All I wrote about was a human trafficker who was eventually caught and that brought attention to people. Something actually important than who wore the same outfits or who was dating who.

   I was at my small cozy apartment with my laptop on top of my lap and browsing through some websites for a dress. I didn't own any and I couldn't possible be dressed in pants suit for an engagement party. I ordered a black strapless dress that reached to the knees and was laced at the top a little. It hugged my curves and made my figure more noticeable.

The front had a plunging line. My hair was a little below my shoulders now and curled in big loose waves and my makeup was darker yet still natural. I took my car there and arrived roughly about an hour after. The engagement party was in the grand hotel near 47th street and it was the most expensive yet. I felt bad for whoever she was engaged to. The money spent on the engagement party must have been a lot but imagine the wedding day. I just can't imagine the bill after all of this. Which is why I'm never getting married. Once I found a parking space, I walked inside and wobbled a little in these five inch heels. I just couldn't wait to trip and fall to my death.

       I made my way through the large crowd that was filled with Danica's family and my mother's side of the family. I was greeted by some of them that I didn't even know until I found my way to the table I was assigned to with Danica and her fiancé, my mother and Clive. We were going to be sitting in the front with the beautiful laced table that had scented candles lit on top of them. I got a little too excited for it when I pushed the candle closer to me and started staring at it. I am weird. I know. There was just something so calming about a flame.