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Chapter 4
Michael’s pov
Why am I stuck in here… hey, let me out. Don’t leave me; I am too young to go, too young to leave my friends, my family… Sydney. Everything was going to be so perfect… life was going to be perfect and now all my hopes and dreams are shattered. Sydney, you were going to be the perfect wife and we were going to have a beautiful wedding with a church full of people, decorated with red roses. You were going to glide down the aisle with that smile on your face wearing the nicest white dress ever. It would have been a perfect wedding and after the wedding we would have gone on our honeymoon to France, so you could see my friends from when I was young… we would have had a passionate honeymoon and then returned ready to face the jobs ahead of us, knowing we would always have each other, no matter what. We were supposed to have a good life; not as simple as others because of work, yet we would find time for each other and raise a family. I wanted a child Sydney; I wanted a child with you. A little girl and a little boy would have been nice. I could have watched our little girl skip through the daisies and hug me in the mornings with a smile on her face… just like yours. Our little boy, I would take him out and show him the world and keep him close to me and far from harm. I cannot be gone, I need you now. Don’t shut the lid on me; I am too young to die. I am sorry if I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I am gone and there is nothing I can do… just remember, Sydney, this is far from your fault and somehow I am still here with you and will be everyday of your life to guide you through. I saw that sadness in your eyes as you close the lid on me and lay me down beneath the ground, but I will always be here to talk to. Look up into the stars and know I will always be there to look down on you.
Chapter 5
Sydney’s pov
‘Hey Sydney how are things today?’ said Dixon as soon as I walked into work that morning.
‘Not to bad, thank you for being there at the funeral, it was nice to see everybody. Sorry I haven’t been very communicative recently. But… thank you’. I replied. I was worried that I would have no friends left after ignoring them, so I hugged Dixon extra tightly.
‘Do you think you are ready to tell us what happened that night?’ murmured Dixon.
‘Yes, I think so. Does Dad want to see me now?’
‘Yeah, I’ll take you in.’
I was trying not to show it, but I was terrified. I was afraid that talking about Michael would make me feel even more depressed. Even saying his name felt like somebody was punching me in the heart and squeezing my brain out of emotion. It was a horrible feeling, but maybe, just maybe talking would help.
‘Sydney, how are you?’ Jack rushed up to me as soon as I walked in the room.
‘I’m doing ok Dad, thank you for being supportive.’
‘So… are you ready to talk?’
‘Yes. I think so.’
So I should start explaining, just like that… from the beginning was the best place to start I suppose… yet now its ended. The day he died… it happened the same date we met, the same date the clock had stopped saying we were destined to be together… but he died. Dad is giving me one of the looks… the one saying;
‘Give her space, she needs time, but I need to know what happened. Sydney, tell me.’
Yes, I will tell him it all. All up to where it was my fault and where he died… then I can shrivel up all by myself in a hole and let nobody else into my life. It can only be me and Vaughn together forever… only us.