I watched them lower her into the ground- Tears that couldn't be held back spurted down my face, reminding me of the times she would kiss away my tears.
She was a beautiful, talented and amazing woman and Mom. She deserves to be happy to be watching over us and smiling. She couldn't be happy anymore, no matter how hard I tried she had built up a defence mechanism- a walk around her protecting her from the words, the tears and the heart break.
I always knew I would be a part of that heartbreak; I left her alone; It was my idea to have another child. I was the one who caused her to not be here today.
I want to join her now, but I have to be here for my kids, our kids, I will remind them of their mother every day and I will never let them forget her. I won't forget her either, I will buy new flowers for the dining table every week and I will dust her photo on the side of the bed but most of all I will try to move on she would want me to be happy too like she is taking care of our boy.
I drove home, just needing to see my kids, their tight hugs made everything seem better until I was alone in bed at night and I smell her scent on the pillow case; that's when the tears fall down my face- remembering all the things we wanted to do.
I hugged my kids so tight never wanting to let them go and I won't- it's my job to protect them, to love them and most importantly not to put them through the torture she went through.
I slid her rings back into the blue velvet box in the dresser, I folded her pyjamas from the end of the bed and placed them in her drawer and I moved the pink lipstick from her side table placing it on her makeup cabinet.
When I'd put the kids to bed, I noticed the Mail on the table, I was going to leave as I thought it would just be another 'sorry for your loss card' but it wasn't it was those pictures, I saw her the mysterious girl with the lyrical name. She was putting on a smile for us- she wanted me to believe that she was happy. I placed the pictures on the side table, she would always be here maybe not as a person but in spirit and she would always be in our hearts ❤️❤️
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RomansaAria Montgomery is abused she always remembers the love of her life and how she left. All characters belong to Marlene king