watch your back (cameron dallas)

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1 month later

"Ivy wasn't only my best friend, she was my sister; my other half. I trusted Ivy with my life, I always knew that whatever I told her, no matter how big or small, would always stay between just us. Never will anyone be able to replace her, or even come close for that matter. She was such a beautiful, kind-hearted, ambitious girl who was going to go so far in life. It really does break my heart to know that she'll never get the big family of her own that she had wished for. She'll never get her dream job. She'll never buy her first house. She'll never have her first love." A few people start whimpering and sobbing, so I begin to conclude.

"I remember one night we sneaked out to the park with a blanket and potato chips," everyone smiles through their sad eyes and laugh lightly, "we just lay there looking at the stars, talking about anything and everything. She would tell me how excited she was..." my words hitch in the back of my throat at the memory.

"She would tell me how she just couldn't wait to see what the future holds. She was so eager to travel, to fall in love, to have fun. She ranted in detail about how we were going to travel the world together, just the two of us as best friends. It kills me to know that it will never happen. At the age of 15 she made me pinky promise that we would be best friends forever," I laugh, and a tear slips from my left eye and I shut them briefly.

"That's a promise I'm never going to break." I say as I look to the sky.

As I go back to my seat in the front row I wipe my eyes of the tears blurring my vision. I've tried to think of this day as a happy day - a day to remember Ivy and share our happiest memories with the people she loves.

As I'm thinking of Ivy something distracts me. Something, or rather someone, catches my eye from the distance.

Within the thick forest surrounding the perimeter of the cemetery, I see a young man. He seems to just be staring at me which makes me feel uncomfortable. The strangest thing about the man is that he doesn't have a shirt on, he's only wearing blue khaki-looking shorts. It's hard to be sure, but from here it looks as if he's... smirking?

Rage starts to burn up in the pit of my stomach as I stare him down with eyes of fury. The thing that makes me so infuriated is that his smirk isn't even a flirty or lazy smirk; it's a smug, humorous, almost evil smirk that I would love to slap off his face. Does he think funerals are funny?

Plus, who does he think he is? He clearly wasn't invited to this funeral - I can tell just by the way he presents himself. What gives him the right to think he can intrude or even watch from a distance?

"Mother!" I hiss as I turn around to the row behind me, where my mother sits.

"What is it Rosetta?" my mother asks quietly and sternly with an evident frown.

"There's a man watching from afar, in the bushes over there!" I whisper yell and I turn to point at the bushes.

My face drops and my eyebrows furrow in confusion as the young man from before has disappeared.

"Stop this nonsense, there's no one there. Turn around."

"B-but there was."

"Not now Rosetta." My mother warns.
I huff and turn back around. He was there, I know it. I saw him with my own eyes.

I continuously stare at the bushes expecting something to happen or for him to appear again, but nothing happens.

"I'm going for a walk, I need some alone time." I mumble quickly to my mother before she has the chance to object.