Don't forget

Don't forget/1.

1995, January 14th.

Belle, I know you may never forgive me, you have the rights. Belle, don't forget that I love you, I'll always love you, and I'm sorry.

Don't forget, okay?

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I run my trembling fingers over the lined paper, feeling the dents of how hard he had pushed the pen.

Whilst biting my lip, I look up, over to the vibrant bouquet of roses and Lilly's, for the tears in my eyes to yield, spilling and rolling off my eyelashes, finally dripping onto my pale cheeks. Pale with sadness.. with fear? I feel Dismal and glum. A whirl spinning in the pit of my stomach, making me feel physically sick.

I fold the note and place it back in the envelope, resealing it shut.

I'll keep the flowers, but I can't have them in my sight, when every time I look at them I think of him.

Three years of marriage... how could he be so heartless? Really, he's the most un-heartless person I know, but for him to have done this, it disgusts me. Making me think someone actually loved me, so much for that.

"Brian?" I call, a little crack in my voice, I look up the hall, just that moment as he turns and rushes towards me, worry in his eyes

"Misses Jackson? Are you alright?" He says smoothly, his strong English accent making a clear appearance.

I nod and bite my lip harder, looking over to the bouquet of my favourite flowers.

"Could you, could you take these into the lounge, on that shelf in the corner, please?"

He nods, frowning as he notices my drab demeanour.

I stand silently, watching him leave the room, bouquet in arms, I slowly tilt my heavy feeling head to the ground, eventually (after much effort) dragging my feet to the bathroom.

I twist the doorknob and enter, closing the dark wooden door with my foot.

I look awful, the mascara running down my face, drying mid way. The purple bags, my sore and puffy red eyes that stand out more than anything, my usual hazel pupils are black.

I'm aware that I'm looking into my mirror, however, the person looking back is not me. I know me, and that is not me. I'm usually healthy, and happy, and smiling...

He is the apple of my eye.

He was the apple of my eye.

Now he's just the seed, i don't want that seed to develop, all over again.

For a split second I see him, his head resting on my shoulder, his graphite black curls sprawling on my chest, his long arms crossed over my stomach.

Then he was gone.

Just like reality, as quick as it came, it had already left.

As quick as he came, he had already left.

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Hello! Thank you for reading the first chapter of 'Don't forget' As you can see, the quality of this isn't good at all, I wrote this when I was thirteen, I've tried touching it up and re editing it, let's just say I've tried my best. Because i have. I'm currently re editing the second chapter, which should be up shortly, so without no further ado I'll let you get on with your day :)

-Poppy Estelle