Beau

why'd you leave me?

After eating her soft scone and scorning hot chocolate, Beau made her way up Canal Street to her apartment. Mrs. Yelvington told Beau to keep a positive attitude, continue to smile, and read on. Her words rang true to Beau. She took in every word, every detail. The continuous negative thoughts and the drowning in sorrow was too much for Beau. She knew she was always a happy girl, her mother told her that. Beau promised herself she wouldn't let anyone see her pain, to deliver baked goods. She was going to be happy and nothing was going to change it.

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Beau woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and insightful to new things. Her first step to happiness was visiting her mother's grave. Something she vowed she wouldn't do.

After shimming in jeans and putting on a loose black sweater. Striding over to her jewelry box, she picked up the emerald heart shaped necklace that belonged to her mother. "Wear it with pride, Beau".

Beau took the 23rd subway up to 12th, and arrived at the grave yard. She didn't bring flowers just her tears. Only pure sadness which she was yearning to get rid off.

"Hi mom," she took a ragged breath, trying to contain herself. "I miss y-you," all her self composure vanished as the tears jerked down her rosy cheeks. "That book was an excellent choice," she giggled lowly. She grips her necklace staring into the green. "I want to know why!" Beau wipes the tears from her eyes. "Why would God take such a kind soul?" Her voice raises, yelling into the air, knowing no answers would come.

Bending down, she rests herself on her knees, rocking her curvy body back and forth. Her arms drape around each other clinging desperately. "I need you here! Please, please, please, please come back!" Beau's voice is muffled through her loud wet sobs.

Beau lay beside her mother's grave for an hour just sobbing. These were the tears she had been holding in for the past six months.

Beau sits up straight. Her fingers trace against her mother's name. "Faye Miller". Beau and her mother both shared unique names that no one truly cared for besides themselves.

"I have decided I need to move on. I have to be okay with you not being here. You were my best friend, my only friend. Mom, I miss our talks more than anything. They were fulfilling and topics that no one would ever touch base on. I love you mom," she whispers the last sentence and stands herself up, wiping the dirt from her dark jeans.

Leaving everything she has ever known, she gets some sense of relief. She's finally figuring this out, and it's quite empowering.

The old Beau is back, and it has never been more schooling.

A/N: Hi! Okay, yes this is short, and I apologize. Beginnings are always the hardest for me, but I will try and update twice a week. This book is going to go quite a long way. So, please give this a chance! Thank you!