Autumn

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by kgrvce

by kgrvce

Autumn: Chapter 1

I walked up slowly to where she was resting, and laid flowers on the still brand new looking tombstone. The autumn wind rolled through my hair as the multicolored leaves rustled around me. It was the 5 month anniversary of her death today, so I took some time out of my schedule to come visit her.

I haven't talked to Harry since the day of the funeral; I thought he was too much of a reminder about what happened. I know it was bad to shut him out of my life, and I tried to believe he wasn't the reason Jenelle wasn't here. But every time I look at him, I'm reminded of all the pain and anger that came with every memory of her death.

Flashback: 5 months ago

As they rolled her perfect white coffin into the ground, only then did I finally realize she was gone.

Everyone left the burial site, even her parents. I was left there alone with her, which gave me time just to think to myself.

I felt someone come up behind me and place their large hands on my shoulders. I didn't need to ask or look as to who it was; I knew Harry all too well.

"I'm sorry," he said behind me after taking his hands off my shoulders.

I didn't respond to him. What was I supposed to say? All the words that would either come out of my mouth were anger or complete sadness.

"Kyla, please talk to me. I want to help you make it through this."

I quietly look down at the ground, ten replied to him, "Harry, I think we need to take a break."

With those words that left my mouth, I rushed past him to my car to avoid any other arguments.

"Kyla wait! Please! Can we at least talk first?" Harry said while catching up to me and grabbing my hand.

I quickly pulled my hand away and said, "There's nothing more we need to talk about."

Autumn: Epilogue

1 year later

I walked through Central Park for the first time in months. I knew winter was coming in because the wind was cold and harsh. I grabbed my coat tighter against my body.

I sat at the bench where Harry first told me he liked me, despite all the pain that came with sitting down. I watched as the taxis drove by and the people brushed past me. In a city of chaos and stress, Central Park was the only peaceful place in all of New York City. I heard the crumpling and crackling of the dried leaves behind me, then someone asked,

"Excuse me, do you know how to get a coffee stain off of a white t-shirt?"