*Carson's POV*
I finally wake up, I thought I wouldn't . I was supposed to be dead, and not have to watch Alison and Josh be together, love each other. One of my arms is in a cast and so are both of my legs. I've been in the Sydney Cape Breton hospital for three weeks now, there's nothing on the news about me being gone. Alison must be keeping it on the down low, since she want's to be Josh.
But then I finally realized something, the reason why I can't sit there and watch her and Josh be together, is because: I wish she loved me, the way I her. I've loved Alison since the first time i've seen her. I love her smile, the way it lights up my day, her deep brown eyes, her long chestnut hair the shines in the light, her scar on her forehead she got when she was young. I love this girl, but she loves someone else. Why couldn't I be dead.
A nurse walks into my room, breaking my concentration. Here's your mail Carson hunny. Why would I have mail? I pondered then looked at it. It was a crisp white envelope, with a black black strip of lace enclosing it. Reminds me of Ali, I thought. I opened it to a white card with a black Lacy cover, it was a wedding invitation, I could tell. To Alison's wedding, it smelled of her favourite perfume, shock, by Calvin Klein, and Hollywood musk, by playboy. I open it, the first thing is a warm invite" You are invited to mine, Alison Blair Conard and, Josh Andrew Sparks wedding on December 25 2018! " at that moment I ripped out of my hospital bed and ran down the flights of stairs, I needed to get out of there before, I killed someone, but this time, I know where im going. I'm going to ruin their engagement.
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Sparks
RomanceI think he did truly care at one time, he cared for me as much as I cared for him. But this year everything changed. We separated, grew apart. I don't know how two people who were soul mates could grow so far apart.
