Scarlett

Her once effervescent body now laid lifeless in a beautifully custom made white coffin with golden vines decorating the exterior. Standing a couple of metres away was already such a stab to the heart and I couldn't bear the thought of having to see her, not moving and cold up close.

My eyes were bloodshot from the constant crying I had done. I wasn't a man of weakness and yet this delicate angel broke all my walls down and changed me into a better person.

Young and innocent. That was what she was. She didn't deserve this life. She didn't deserve any of this but it was all of my fault. I should have been more understanding but I wasn't. I never was and now I had to pay the consequences. I was left to suffer all alone.

I took out my sunglasses and placed it on the bridge of my nose, not wanting to show anyone what was really behind my façade and took slow steps towards the love of my life who always stood by me but was now dead in a coffin.

The first person I noticed was her father. I broke my promise.

He looked so different from how he normally looked. His clothes and hair were dishevelled. From a man of power and authority, always looking his best, this was probably the worst I'd ever seen him, not that I'm looking any better.

All I heard were heavy breathing and sniffles. I didn't dare make eye contact with anyone. I couldn't. I just didn't have it in me to show everyone my weakness. My ego too important, unfortunately.

"You let her die!"

I stopped dead in my tracks when his voice reached my ears. His words were like multiple stabs to the chest. Voice so hoarse from all the crying and it sounded rather sinister like but at the same time very much broken. I lifted my head to make contact with his face, his eyes were a mirror to mine except his were blue mixed with red.

I opened my mouth to say something but no words came out. It was all hitched at the back of my throat. Tears started pricking my eyes again and I hung my head lowly as I waited for him to continue but nothing happened.

"We shall begin the funeral," someone spoke up and everyone got into a seat but I carefully made my way towards the coffin, preparing myself to see my lost angel for the very last time.

My eyes shot wide open. Beads of sweat covered my forehead and goose bumps took place on my skin. I sat up straight, trying to calm myself. Her funeral was still so fresh in my mind even though two months had already passed by. The guilt in me rose yet again for the third time today. Nothing could seem to ease me at all. Not only did I feel guilty but her death was killing me emotionally, mentally and physically. I missed her terribly. My heart ached for her. My skin longed for her touch. My lips craved for the curve of her luscious lips. Everything felt wrong and it felt like I was in hell.

Alcohol could only numb my pain and suffering for so long but it did help so I got out of bed and walked to the bar I had in my penthouse. I had not been getting much sleep ever since she left but whenever I drank, it numbed every fibre in me and I felt like that was the only way I could sleep for a couple of hours.

The house was dark and cold. No one else lived in this 8000 square foot apartment except for myself and occasionally my sisters when they thought I needed a bit of cheering up. They've been pestering me to sell off the place because they knew it was a constant reminder of her but I just couldn't. I wanted to hold on to every last memory I had with her.

Many bottles filled the many racks I had. Different varieties of alcohol occupied the racks, ranging from the hardest liquor to the bubbliest champagne. I took out a glass and grabbed the strongest alcohol I had, a bottle of vodka, hoping it would help me cut off my emotions, even if it was for a short period of time.