Zodiac

♋ | ii.

[ ALY ]

Six feet feels a lot further when it is at the tip of your faded black stilettos and straight down. The wind jostles my icy blonde hair into small intricate knots and swiftly sways my black dress to the side. If I was more naive, I would think that the wind was trying to push me into the grave site with Logan. But alas, I'm not naive - heartbroken, devastated, and downright angry were just a few emotions taking residence in my brain.

Icy fingers grace the back of my arm. "Aly, c'mon," Luke motions me away from the large gaping hole in the ground containing my now former boyfriend.

I keep waiting for this nightmare to end and somehow hoping that I'll just magically wake up and I won't be dressed to the nines in black clothing at my former boyfriend's funeral. The only funeral I've ever been to in my whole life was my mother's, and from what my dad told me about that day is that it was raining. He said that I held his hand to the point of bruising, but how could I not? He was all that I had left after my mom died, and as the years progressed I went to college and somehow met Logan. He was like my rock, or my crutch, or anything that you can rest on for support. Without him, I don't know whose hand to hold for comfort, or to the point of bruising at this point.

Luke slowly moseys away from me and I find myself drawn over to the open grave again, almost like a moth to a bright lantern. I thought today was going to be my chance to let go him go, but I guess goodbye will have to do for now. I guess when you lose someone who is your whole universe, it hits you. All the chances you didn't take, all the things you didn't say. Because the truth is that you think you have forever, but you don't. You never do.

"-Aly?"

I turn around to see a girl with long, curled black hair dressed in a simple black dress with black flats. She didn't look familiar to me, but neither did most of the other people crowded in the graveyard today.

"I'm sorry for your loss," She starts to say, sliding her cell phone back into her purse. "Logan and I had an English class together when we were undergrads. He never really understood the different literary fallacies."

I offer her a small smile, but I can't place her sympathy. It wasn't like anyone else's so far. Almost to the point where it felt calculated, but it wasn't.

"Did you know him well?"

She shakes her head.

"-But if you wanted to talk we could grab coffee sometime. I didn't know Logan well, but I knew you meant a lot to him."

"Did you want to meet up sometime today?" I question.

The girl instantly looks surprised, but she nods. We make plans to meet up at the coffee shop in the university's library in a few hours, and I walk back over to the empty hole in the ground and watch as the casket gets lowered into the Earth. Somehow, the world felt darker, and that ignited something inside of my body. A sense of vengeance, a feeling I didn't know I had.

I want to know who did this.