Nick is a music producer who just went through a messy divorce and Demi is music teacher and an aspiring local singer with a tragic past. They met under an unexpected circumstance and love slowly knock their heart. But will these two scarred souls h...
The Los Angeles sky was cloudy and the wind blew fairly, indicating that rain was on its way. A few feet from the burial ground of Pierce Brothers Westwood Village Memorial Park, Nick stood near a big tree, almost hiding himself from the black-clad crowd. He could barely hear what was going on but managed to watch the entire service in silence from a distance. He didn't plan to show up, but his brother, Joe, was quite persuasive. So he suited up in his white button-up shirt, black necktie, and black slacks and drove to the cemetery to pay his final respects to his ex-wife of a year. The ex-wife he wished he never had.
As the minister said his last prayer for the dead, the attendees placed their final roses on the ebony coffin. A few attendees noticed him and expressed their condolences in the most polite way possible. He only nodded and smiled wearily at the sympathy addresses; those were probably the best gestures to respond with. Their divorce was a complete mess, and the entertainment industry devoured the story. People had been talking about it for months, even after the divorce had been finalized. Two years after the divorce, he just didn't give a damn about it anymore. People can speculate and talk, but their marriage was never based on love. He was never in love with his ex-wife. It was all about the fame and money, with a friendly facade between them. He had to admit that they were pretty good at putting up a front.
Gradually, the funeral attendees dispersed and left the graveyard. He saw his ex-wife's family walk past him, but none of them cared to talk to him or even acknowledge him. Ever since he filed for divorce from his wife, the family has kept him away. That's what you got for marrying for publicity. The only reason they liked you was because you were somebody in the business. Now, the divorce had been finalized, the ex-wife had died, and they were no longer related.
He sighed softly as the ceremony ended and the cemetery returned to its normal state – empty and silent. He walked slowly to the coffin with his hands in his pockets. He stood at the end of the coffin and stared at the wooden box with an expressionless look. He wasn't sure how he felt, but one thing was certain; there was no regret or sadness in his heart. He was a divorcé to someone who was now six feet underground.
"I'm sorry if I hurt you, but I'm not sorry our marriage ended. We were never meant to be together, and death has now finally put an end to that." He spoke in hushed tones. Just then, he felt raindrops fall from the sky. He cocked his head to the sky, watching the black cloud move slowly. A drop of rain dropped on his cheek, and he wiped it with his index finger. "Hope you rest in peace down there. It's time for me to find my peace now. Goodbye P." He turned on his heel, and as he walked to his car, he saw a woman in a dark trench coat, kneeling in front of a flat tombstone.
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He glanced at her, and she looked like she was in deep thought. She slowly rose from kneeling and stood still, her eyes glued to the name plate on the ground. He also noticed how pretty she was – appealing square face shape, cleft chin, plump lips, nicely shaped eyebrows, combined with light brunette hair. Just then, thunder boomed and rain started pouring. But despite the rain, the lady didn't move. She remained in her place.
