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Cold Thoughts

I held out my hand, sunlight beaming through the fields across in front of me. I smiled, as I felt his warmth around my waistline, hugging me from behind as he kissed me on the neck. I felt him smiling against my neck as he knew this was my weakness. I bit my lip, turning around to kiss him..

I woke up to my nightmare once again.
Tears; all over my pillow, I tried to get up, but the pains from crying in my stomach forced me back down to the bed.

Teary eyed; I looked out my dark, grey window, watched the rain drip down and started thinking about the whole ordeal.

Why couldn't I stop it?
I should have been able to do something.
Why did I have to lose him, just as I was finally able to have all of him.

So many emotions rushed through me, I could barely breath, it was hard keeping myself alive.
The alarm started beeping ferociously at this moment: 7:00am.
I stared blankly at the wall, letting the emptiness fill me with anger.
I threw the alarm across the room, it declined in noise and was followed by complete silence.

We had our whole lives ahead of us, why did it have to end so soon..? We were only in college, young and in love, we met in high school and finally had just moved in alone together.

Again, I was interrupted by the phone ringing. I sighed; controlling my anger from the whole situation I forced myself up from the immense physical and emotional pain. The rain became heavier on the roof as I walked out to the study. Picking up the phone, I wasn't in the mood to answer politely so I waited for the person on the other line to speak.

'Miss Morgan?' They questioned.

'Yep.' I replied bluntly.

'This is Jennie, from Heath Insurance Plus, we're calling to tell you everything has been transferred into your name'

'Um okay, thanks I guess.'

I hung up before she could continue.
I couldn't care less about the money, I just wanted him back, what she had to say was irrelevant. Just then.. I noticed the red light on the voice machine was flashing red. So I pressed it, to see what I had to listen to.

'Hi Monique, darling, I'm so sorry to hear about your loss, please call me if you need anything' the old sweet voice sounded like my nana.

I waited as the voicemail beeped and flicked over to the next message.

'Hi baby' - my heart sank; it was him.
'I just thought I'd let you know I'll be home in time for dinner, I wasn't kept back too late today, I'll see you soon, I lov- suddenly there was screeching.

Oh god no I couldn't hear this.
No.
I fell down with my back sliding against the wall, my face cupped by my hands, crying and crying. To hear his voice, it was so great to hear.. But made me fall apart.

It continued, the screeching across the road the crashing of the metal, all concaving around my baby's body. I couldn't take it anymore. Profusely crying, I ran out of the room, but I found myself not knowing where to go, anywhere I ran, I still felt the pain..