I've been sitting by her grave all day since the funeral ended. I couldn't bring myself to ever leave her again. It hurts so much to know that I let the love of my life go, that I hurt her, and I murdered her. Well, she committed suicide but I led her to that point. It's all my fault.
So now I sit here in silence as the grey clouds roll in, promising rain. Why does it always rain during a funeral? It's very cliche. After a few minutes, it started to downpour on my head. Georgia's grave was in the smack middle of the field where all the other grave plots are and there are no trees. I was freezing, tired, and depressed but I put Georgia through so much that I couldn't leave her.
The tears slowly dripped down my face, blending in with the rain. I shielded my phone as I slipped it out of my pocket and unlocked it. I went into messages, opened up Georgia's contact which was named "My Love❤️", and started typing.
I am so sorry. I left you alone, broken, and depressed. I was a retard and beat you, let your parents beat you, and let our classmates beat you. You were so broken, so shattered from all these event's and I was trying to turn a blind-eye. I will admit this, I never had sex with Rebecca. I just set her up with my best friend and made them come over to my house. I have no idea why I did it. I have no idea why I did any of this. I was always there, concerned for you, reading all your messages, and I never let you do something so rash because I believed you were going to go far. I wish that I could've told you all of this before you jumped, but... I was at a loss. You, the love of my life, was going to kill herself because of me, the stupid and pathetic boy. No matter how many times I want to apologize, you'll never understand how truly sorry I am. There are no words to describe my regret.
You gave me 50 reasons to forget me, so now I am going to give you 50 reasons why I could never forget you.
Sent at 7:38 pm. Unread.
I shut my phone off and put it back in my pocket. I picked myself up off the ground, stood at your grave for a few more minutes, and then went to my car. "I promise you Georgia," I whispered to myself while walking, "I will give you fifty reasons why I could NEVER forget you. Starting at number one."
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I deleted the second book. I'm sorry but it is either cliffhanger, no ideas, or inactivity. My apologies.
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50 Ways To Forget You
Historia CortaHe broke up with her over text. She sobbed her eyes out. She thinks it's time to let him go. But she wants him to know but also doesn't. So she deletes them. But what she doesn't know, Is he sees them before she deletes them. So is it really time to...
