Second Chances

Chapter:29

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Chapter:29 Published 12/19/2019

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"We loved with a love that was more than love" -Edgar Allan Poe

Gabriella

In a few hours, I would need to drive to Cole's place.

That was the only thought on my mind.

After my classes, I went grocery shopping hoping to try and distract myself from thinking about it.

But my trip to the store only lasted an hour, and I still had a few hours until the clock hit at 4 o'clock.

I didn't want to be alone right now.

Grabbing my keys and phone I left the apartment locking it behind me. I needed to go see him.

Exiting the building I walked to my car and I drove. I drove until I reached my destination.

As soon as I park my car, I turn it off and get out.

I walk until I reach his spot.

Standing in from of his grave, I stay still. For a while, I don't say anything.

I just stare.

Sighing sadly I walk next to his grave before sitting down. "James, I've missed you."

"It's been a while. A month has passed after you left, and I... I don't know I just... feel lonely." I swallow the lump in my throat as I try to force the words out. Rubbing my hands together I continue. "I grew used to you that it still feels strange to not have you here anymore. You became someone who I depended on. But then you left. And it hurts." My voice cracks on the last sentence, but a soft wind sweeps my words away taking them with it as it travels far away.

"But it's fine. Perhaps this was fate, maybe this was meant to happen. Everyone leaves in the end, just like you did. But for some reason, it hurts more now that you're gone." Looking down I twist the ring around my finger

He loved me enough to propose.

And to leave me.

But he didn't leave because he wanted to. He left because of me. Because I'm the reason everyone leaves.

He left because I hurt him.

I was the problem... and he paid the consequences

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Sad.

That's what it felt like to watch Gabriella.

But it just wasn't time.

Not yet.

"-You became someone who I depended on. But then you left. And it hurts." She said, her voice cracking, but the wind danced around her, sweeping away her words, using them as a companion for it's last dance before it kisses the concrete its bound to fall upon.

And it danced, it danced in a hypnotic way, letting her sadness be the muse to the last dance.

And her words waltzed into the unknown, unsure of their destination.

But where they were going wasn't important.

It was to who they were going to.

So they traveled as if a life depended on them, because indeed, a life did depend on them.

Two lives depended on them.

Two people.

And a lifetime of happiness.