Disastrous Fate-Sweenett.

Chapter 21

Nellie's knees fell to the ground. She looked at the sea as tears started falling on her face. She suddenly ran away as the letter fell and stepped on it.

She ran and ran until her whole dress was drenched with the rain falling from the sky and her face filled with tears.

Not knowing where she was going, she hugged something which she didn't know for her eyes were closed and she was crying and crying.

She opened her eyes and noticed it was a tree. She looked at it when she started calming down but she was still trying to sniff it away.

She caressed it around the tree with her right hand when she felt something deep. She looked closer and saw the carvings of her and Sweeney's name.

She still remembered that day until now. After all, it happened on her birthday. She remembered how they danced on the bridge, when they talked about their future and how they fell more in love with each other.

This saddened her even more. She cried and cried as she slid down the tree until she reached the ground.

It couldn't be true. He couldn't be DEAD. No. Not Sweeney. Not him. No. It couldn't. It couldn't be - Nellie thought this.

The train never stopped. It continued on it's way until it fell on the bridge with Sweeney and all the other passengers in it.

***

Upon the days that passed, Nellie had been all alone in her house. Every night, before she'd go to sleep, she'd always read the letters which Sweeney sent her. Sometimes, she would walk to the bridge where they had their first dance as a married couple. Most of the time, she would go out and sit on the sand and just think about him. She just wants to feel the cold breeze on her face and close her eyes as if he was with her. And at night, she could feel his hands caressing her shoulder and her hair. It just made her ever more miserable. It was like he was haunting her. In each sleep she took, she would always have nightmares and dreams about him. She missed him. She needed him. She loved him.

***

I was going around the house trying to recall all the memories we had in this blue and white colored home which Sweeney bought for us.

I walked on the corridor when I noticed our room. Oh all the things we did on that very bed.

As I entered the room, I started having a flashback.

His touch so soft. I can still feel his face in my hands. How he grabbed me and layed me down. His kisses so gentle that I just want to melt in him. How he showed me how much he loved me. His caresses on my thighs. When I was beneath him, I always panted for air. He was like toxic. My hands always lost in his hair. How we rolled on the bed and made love.

I slowly caressed the bedding with my fingers as these thoughts came to me. I noticed the burning heat on my body. My dress was thick and my hair was down and wilder that ever.

I took of my dress and I was now naked. It didn't matter. After all, I was alone all this time. I opened the wardrobe and saw different dresses with different designs of mine.

I looked around them and didn't find anything cool to wear in. As I slid my hands down, I noticed Sweeney's shirts which he must've forgotten before he left.

I picked one of them and noticed it was thin and nice to wear. Even though, it was pretty big for me.

I wore it and it was just perfect. I sniffed it and it smelled just like him. I hugged the piece of cloth which I was wearing and noticed the warm tears which were slowly running down my face.