The Plaid Love

Chapter Eighteen

   POV: Michael ( Sidney, Australia)

       I am numb. I can't feel nothing. I am nothing. Worthless. It should of been me. A sob came from my throat. Why did he go? Why?

     I awaken from my thoughts when there is a knock on the door.

" Who the Hell is it?" I yelled at the door and threw my half empty vodka bottle at the door. 

    Knock...Knock...Knock.

   " Leave me alone! I don't want your sympathy!" I shout at the door, relentlessly.

        Knock.

      Little did I know that, that one knock would wake me up.

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   POV: Aubrun

  I stared at the door, my hands are shaking. I have to give up.

   The door handle turns and the door opens. A depressed Michael stands in the doorway, trying to avoid the sunlight coming in from the window. I look in his eyes and see pure sadness.

   " I'm sorry." I said, before breaking down and sobbing.

   " I just miss him so much. Why? Why, Michael, why?   I need someone to talk too. Everyone has bombarded me with sympathy. I don't need it. I just want him back. Mom always asked how you were. Now she's gone and he is, too. My mum and my brother. I need them. I need to ask… you something.…" I try to stop sobbing, but I can't.

    " Yeah, I do, too. What do you want to ask?" He says holding me up and half carrying me to the couch.

    He shuts the door and turns around to finish carrying me.

   " What did he do the last few hours of his life?" I ask, quietly sobbing into his couch.

   " He was the happiest person alive. He was ecstatic. He never let go of my hand. Even after he died."  Tears were streaming down his face and he added, " I will always love him. No matter what."

  I scooted closer to him and we fell asleep in quiet tears and sobs.

  Hey, guys!

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    ~Deanna