The Country Girl (Working title)

The Tragedy:

Ive's POV:
I was tossing and turning reliving the night he was killed. I was crying my eyes out. He had his hand on my cheek and kept repeating "I have to do it. For you" And I kept begging him not to. "No please. I need you" "I love you. I love you my beautiful butterfly" He said while wiping away my tears. He then kissed me bringing his lips to mine. "I will always love you" He whispered after pulling away and running off. "No. Come back. Please come back" I yelled out to him. Then there was a gunshot that came from the corn field. I saw him fall to the ground and I screamed "No" at the top of my lungs. That's when I woke up screaming. I couldn't believe he was gone. I was yet again crying. He was never going to be there to wipe my tears again. I was never going to feel his warm touch. I was never going to see his smile. I was never going to see him breathing again. I wiped my tears and reached for the candle and matches. I lit the candle and stuck it in the Candlestick. I turned to leave the bed. And that's when I saw him. I was frozen. I couldn't move. He came a little closer. "Shh don't speak" He mouthed to me. I couldn't talk anyway. He moved his pointer finger to my lips. At his touch everything went black.

Brice's POV:
She completely collapsed. Shit. I wasn't trying to scare her. I guess I'll just have to wait for her to wake up. All the sudden the blanket caught fire from the candle that she had dropped. Shit. What could I do? She's about to be burned to death. I glanced at her she was still unconscious. She started coughing. The fire's smoke making it hard for her to breathe.

Ive's POV:
I woke up coughing and feeling a very strong heat. My eyes shot open and I saw the fire. I immediately through the blanket off of me. And hit it with a sheet until the fire was out. I glanced around but it was pitched black. And the chances of him actually being there was probably a 0 out of 100. My poor longing heart must of made me imagine him. I tried to sleep but I couldn't. For fear of seeing him die again.

Soon the rooster started clucking. Telling everyone to get up for the morning's work. Which had never been the same since Brice had died. I had nothing to live for. I would never allow myself to go to the location he had been shot. I was all alone it was as if someone had taken my heart and left me to live without it. Sometimes I can still hear him calling to me over the breeze. I never got to tell him I loved him. And it pains me to think of his kiss. It being our first and our last. "Ive what are you doing?" "What do you mean mother? I'm feeding the chickens like I always do" "I'll worry about feeding the chickens and getting their eggs. The carriage is arriving at noon. You need to be ready. They will be taking you to a better life" I knew that by 'better' she meant safer. "But what about Brice's funeral?" I said in sadness. "Oh Ive." Mum said tears coming to her eyes as she brought me in for a hug. Brice was not dead to me although life would be a lot easier if he were. After a few minutes of me and mum crying into each other's shoulders. "You should get packing" Mum said pulling away and giving me a forced smile. I gave her a forced smile back. I haven't smiled for real sense, never mind I can't bring myself to think about it. I don't want to go to a new life. Just going to another place doesn't let me start over. Having a new life and being happy. Oh that word that I haven't felt for weeks. "Mum did you just say carriage?" "Yes. Weird right? Some still use carriages." I went to my room and started packing. But everything reminded me of Brice. Every dress, every bracelet. Just everything. I was still wearing the bracelet Brice had gave me on our first date. Although I would never admit it was a date.