Beautiful In Death

Beautiful In Death

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An anxious sigh, a forced smile was all the memory she had left of him as he entered the tunnel. She watched as his broad shoulders made their way through the walkway to the plane, and she imagined him climbing on, being greeted by the pilots on their 24 hour flight to the other side of the world. The e-mails became shorter, the tone of the words became heavier and more solemn as the weeks passed on. She waited everyday, checking her gmail every ten minutes, but then one day, nothing. The last words on the phone, "our jeep hit a puddle, flat tire," haunted her, as it didn't seem like things ended well. A heavy cloud made it's way around with her as she contemplated getting on a plane to find him, it had been ten months, and he had promised 4 weeks, at the most.
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*Formerly Known As "Love Has No Boundaries" With Revisions* • • • • • • • • • • • I stood dusting off my jeans,"Aight bruh, I'mma slide." Turning I dapped up one of my closest homies before stepping off the porch. "Aight man, I'll hol at you later." He responded putting out the lit end of his blunt. Remote starting my car, I hopped in deciding to check my phone while the air began to circulate. It was almost summer and it was hot as hell in New Orleans, had me second-guessing settling down here. I checked my messages, but didn't respond to any of them. Then I checked a few missed calls, but didn't return any of them. Lastly, I listened to a few voicemails from unknown numbers before starting to delete them but then my finger paused over one particular name. I never listen to her voicemails. I don't want to hear her voice; it just floods me with guilt and reminds me of my past, a place I don't ever want to visit. I don't know why but for some reason my finger hovered over that voicemail and I couldn't stop myself from clicking it. "Hi Dre," She spoke gently as my heart tightened in my chest,"Or Adrian," She chuckled softly,"I'm not sure what you like to be called anymore." There was a sadness in her tone,"I'm actually not sure why I'm even leaving this message...I've left a million and I still haven't heard from you over the past eight years so I don't know what makes me think this time will be any different." There was shuffling and a bit of silence before she sniffled,"But I miss you." My grip tightened around the phone. "I don't know where you are right now, or if you even still care about me, but I miss you," She cried,"And I really wish you'd come home." She whimpered. "I need you Dre...I don't know if that means much to you, but I need you." Then it ended. I sat in my car, steel gaze, staring at the road ahead. My mind racing but one thing was clear. It was time I went home..

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