A Million Pieces

The Actual Story - A Million Pieces

DREW:

We loved each other, Ava and I. Our laughs echo through the night as we sit on the hood of my Jeep, at our special spot, the cliff, just off the highway. She would tell me about her day, and I would look at her. Not just a glance; I would let her image burn into my mind.

Her hair that appeared a pale bluish-gold in the moonlight, her eyes, twinkling whilst she spoke of her boyfriend, and I listened, because I was her best friend, and that's all we would ever be. If only she knew I loved her, as more than a best friend.

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AVA:

Drew was always there for me. We've known each other since we were in diapers. He was my shoulder to cry on, my hand to hold. He was my best friend and I loved him with all my heart. I had just celebrated my 2-year anniversary with Grant, my wonderful boyfriend. He was so sweet and romantic. I told Drew all about it. 

And he listened, like he always does.

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DREW:

He proposed to her. The damn guy proposed to her, and she said yes. That voice in my head gnaws at my conscience, but I have to be happy for her, don't I? It's my job.

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AVA:

I had cold feet. Everything was going to be perfect, my makeup was done, my veil was in place, and not a strand of my hair was flying around. Drew would walk me down the aisle, in the place of my dad, who passed away a year ago, falling prey to the cancer he was fighting. He would be happy. Drew swept in with a tux on, his hair gelled up. But something was off. He claimed that he was ''emotional''. As he took my arm and we walked towards the priest, I had my eyes on Grant, my husband-to-be.

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AVA [contd.]:

It had been 12 years. I was married to Grant, happy with 2 boys. Twins. Alec and Ryder. They were handsome even at the age of eight. I was to take them to the park near our house. 

We walked there, and my beautiful children ran off into the throng of kids, while I stood near a tree in the far corner of the park. The tree from which a swing hung. The swing that Drew used to push me on every summer evening. I took out the letter from my pocket. I always had it. It was worn out and yellowing, but it was the most important thing in my life.

"Dear Eva,

I don't really know what to say. I guess I'll start at the beginning. We were just infants when we first met, and we became fast friends. You were the only person in my entire life that I could share cupcakes with. You were the only one I loved with all my heart. You were there for me all the time. 

I've only ever uttered 1 lie to you. I've always loved you. And you've always loved me. But I loved you in a way that made me want to touch you all the time, to hold you, and to ward off any boys that set eyes on you. I loved you as more than a best friend. You were my only love.

Evangeline Marie James, I must say, it was a pleasure knowing you. They say follow your heart, but what do you follow when there's a million pieces?

I'm sorry Eva, but I will always love you. No matter what. But I just couldn't do it anymore. Seeing you with Grant was killing me. Every kiss, every touch, every smile would kill me, little by little everyday.

What's the difference? I just did it all at once...

Love,

Drew."

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The End.

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