Lost

Chapter 1

I slowly opened the door to the flowershop. Entering with a straight face, I searched for tulips from the shelf and moved to the counter. Mrs. Walter, the owner of the flowershop greeted me with a wide smile. I could see pity in her eyes. I looked away. Mrs. Walter didn't seem like she minded, as she knew what I was going through. The entire town knew. She wrapped the flowers nicely and handed them to me. After paying, I left the shop continuing to walk in the rain as others ran from it. Unlocking my bicycle from a nearby pole, I noticed I had eyes on me. I cycled away. Cycling downhill, I came to a stop at the cemetery. I could feel the rain slowly stopping. Moving grave by grave, I came to a stop. I fell on my knees. It was the grave of Isabelle Harris. She's the reason I'm the way I am. She was my girlfriend. She was my everything. Slowly putting the flowers by her grave, I could hear the wind whirling around me and I realised how silent the cemetery became after the rain stopped completely. I couldn't stop crying. I couldn't control myself. I got up and ran towards the gate and got on my bicycle and cycled away in tears.

I heard mum say "He always gets home this late these days since the incident" to Mrs. James, just as I banged the door loud. Mrs. James, mum's good friend lived just across the street. She finished her drink and proceeded to leave the house. "You're sure you can't stay for dinner, Betty?" I heard my mum ask politely. "I'm sorry Elisa, I really can't, I got to go do so much work" Mrs. James responded.

I heard my mum say "Dinner is ready Troye."
I remember very well that I hadn't eaten anything for the past 3 days.

"How are you,dear? You've not been talking to us, we're here for you if you ever want to talk " mum said to me.
I got so angry because I knew they didn't understand what I was going through. But then again, I knew that they just wanted to help.

"I'm fine, mom. I'm going to bed" I said as I walked away from the table. "You haven't even touched your food, son" dad said. "I'm not hungry" I quickly replied as I continued to walk away. Just after dinner, dad came up to my room. I didn't even notice he had knocked the door and called out my name. He saw me looking at a photo frame.
"Son, I know it's hard. I can't say I know what you're going through. Just know that your mother and I are here for you." he said.
Looking at him, I said "Thanks, dad".