My red high heels

Now

Slowly I straighten from my sitting positions on the wet, muddy ground. That time was the last and first time I won over Will. His death being the outcome of all of our arguments. I still call them arguments, even though I know that they weren't arguments. I have realized and accepted that I even if I tried I could never have prevented Will's death. He had always claimed me and owned me like I was his pet, and in the end only a pet he was sick of. He would never had let me live.

I don't blame him for anything that happened. I don't blame me for anything that happened. I think that it was my destiny. My fate trying to make me stronger.

Fully standing up I look down on his gravestone. Will Laurence, my fiancé. Turning around with my black umbrella, I begin to walk away from the graveyard. Forgiveness pounds inside of me, forgiveness to Will, to myself and to our stupidity. Not letting any guilt break through my new hope of a better future.

And when the guilt makes a visit, I always think of My red high heels. My real proof that everything can be changed in a second. My turning point. My red high heels.

The End