When I Die |HBR {Editing}

Chapter 24

*15 years later*

Hunter's POV

Losing Chance led to many things. I was diagnosed with depression a year later. I married Isabella 2 years after. She's been there ever since. I would have never thought that 15 years after she died I'd be where I am. I live in a small town in Ohio, Isabella's hometown. I have 2 kids. Makayla Chance Rowland who's 5, and Zyler Edward Rowland who's 3. Isabella has been there through it all. The depression, the suicide attempts. 

"Daddy!" Makayla smiles jumping on my back. We were in Arizona for the weekend. 

"Hey baby girl," I smile kissing her cheek. Makayla was Chance's favorite name She wanted to name her daughter it. 

"Bella?" I call through my parent's house. Brandon moved out just a year ago when he got married. He wasn't stable enough. Ashton moved out at 18. Now it was just my mom. 

"Yeah?" She asks as she walks out of a bedroom and into the main hallway. 

"Can you watch Kayla... I have to go over to Chance's... Old house," I say looking down at the floor. She nods and walks over to me to place a kiss on my cheek. 

I walk out the front door and follow the path I used to walk every day 15 years ago. I know on the brown door. The door swings open to reveal a very beautiful teen girl. 

"You must be Hunter," She smiles. 

"Yeah.. And you are?" I ask shaking her hand. 

"Vanessa. I'm Chance's sister," She smiles. I look at her confused.

"When you moved away the year Chance died, my mom found out she was pregnant," She explains. I nod. 

"So you're 15?" I ask. She nods. 

"Are your parents home? They said they had something for me," I say looking at the house. There was a photo of Chance hanging on the wall with flowers under it. 

"They had to go to Gabriella's house. But they did give me something to give to you. Here come in," She says opening the door. I step in and look around. The house looked the same. Vanessa disappears upstairs for a minute, leaving me to stare at the photo of Chance. 

"Here you go," She smiles handing me a diary. I take it from her and flip through it. 

"What's up to Gabriella?" I ask looking at her, trying to make conversation so I didn't have to leave. I didn't want to leave. I spent so much time in this house it felt good to be back, after all that time away. 

"Her husband died in the army. She needed comforting." 

"She got married?" I ask looking at her with wide eyes. She nods. My phone starts buzzing. 

"Speaking of marriage. That's my wife. I should probably get back. It was nice to meet you, Vanessa," I say looking at the text message. 

"You too Hunter," She smiles. I shut the door on the way out. 

I sit in on the curb for a while, flipping through the diary. I refuse to read anything. I finally man up and read the first page.

Dear Diary,

I would marry Hunter Rowland. I know he's my best friend and that would be weird but I would. He understands me in ways no one does. He loves me in ways no one does. I shouldn't like him the way I do. But that doesn't stop me. As Selena Gomez once said. The heart wants what it wants. 

Chance 

I keep reading. Laughing and smiling as the diary entries go on. On the last page there is just two lines of writing.

When I die, you won't care. And neither will I.

A tear escapes my eye. 

"I cared Chance. I always cared." I throw the diary in the grass next to me. My phone buzzes again as I stand up. This time I reply. 

Hunter: Picking up the car and going somewhere. Don't ask where. Need to blow off some steam. I love you.

I do exactly that, I walk back to my mom's house and get the car. Then I drive. I drive to the graveyard. The same one Chance was buried in. The drive to her grave seems like it takes years. When I finally get near it, I get out and start walking, a bag of flowers, which I picked up on the way here, in my arms. Her grave was small and littered with flowers and pieces of paper. I pick one up and read it. 

"I never meant to hurt you. I never meant it to lead up to this. I was jealous of you .You had the guy I was chasing after. If I could bring you back I would. I'm sorry for hurting you." I read the note aloud. The name under it made my gasp and my eyes to widen. 

"Avery Burns." 

"I'm sorry," I voice says. I turn around to see the girl that caused Chance so much pain. She aged well. Her hair still blonde and her face still perfect.

"I didn't mean to do this to her. I was a bitch." Avery has flowers in her hands and walks over to place them on the grave. 

"I come here every month to put new flowers on her grave. I never meant for it to go this far. I'm sorry," She says. I don't say anything, instead I pull her into a hug. She hugs back as we both cry. 

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And that's the end. I'm gonna be editing but it's gonna be slow. I hope you enjoyed!