Remember
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This chapter may be trigger sensitive and will portray the characters' emotional prospective dealing with death. Eventually leading to the characters' development. Please be advised.
Nel's pov
I rushed to him and grabbed his face with my hands. Trying to get his attention so he could look into my eyes “West! West! look at me. your ok, your ok” rubbing his cheeks with my thumb and began running my fingers through his hair with the other. His blue eyes met my green ones. “Hey, there you are, breathe for me” I said. Tears in
my eyes sniffled as I stared at a piece of my heart, broken in front of me.
He looked so vulnerable his eyes were red as he held my wrist, pleading with me to take away his pain. Completely opposite of the carefree man I knew all of my life. I understood his feelings because they were my own.
I rested my forehead against his for a few minutes, still stroking his long hair, his breathing slowly leveling out. I climbed over him, laying beside him. I put his head on my chest and continued to run my hands on
his warm scalp as he silently cried.
“ Why did they have to leave?” he cried. Tears began to freely fall down the sides of my face. I wanted that answer, too. We held each other all night like a life vest. Drinking in comfort from one another.
(Flashback ends)
My eyes began to water at the memory again. I still miss them, and I looked at my reflection. I saw a little bit of mom again in my features. I had my mom's full lips and forest green eyes.
But unlike mine, hers were deep green like wild nature itself. With a mysterious allure,
bewitching. As if she was a siren from the deep calling all sailors to her. Mom was a vixen, and my dad had his hand full.
I heard she had many secret admirers back in the day, but none would come close for fear of my father. Mom had an hourglass shape. Her beauty was unmatched with golden blonde flowy hair.
She was a stay at home mom, and her skill in the kitchen was unmatched. I admired her and hoped to be as beautiful, I wanted to be just like her…. until I realized what that meant…
Problems I didn’t even know that she
dealt with had now become my own. I would have never imagined that behind the scenes, there was darkness. no one spoke about it.
I dealt with the wrong attention, stalking, aggression, and possession. It
was terrifying. Did she go through this, too? I had so many questions. Why didn’t she say anything? She always had a carefree smile on her face. Was it a facade? Mom was the kindest person I ever knew,
so loving and supportive.
I had no clue there were such dark instabilities, but now I had a bit of understanding. They said the car crash was a freak accident, but certain things just didn't add up.
Inspector Frenando didn’t believe there was much to the case calling it an open and closed case. Matt has been interning at a new law firm in the city for a couple of months now. I went down to see him a few weeks ago with the twins.
....He changed throughout the years. Less
charismatic and a lot more...edgy. He had a five o'clock shadow. His clothes were unkept, and his refrigerator had an old chinese for box in it. I had mentioned something about his health, but he snapped.
Silas was not too happy about it but held it together, with a little pleading on my part. On his wall, he had old newspapers about the crash, with string connected to each paper. We all knew that the details for the case were suspicious. Matt obviously felt that way, too.
I missed them so much. I had to get out of this funk. There was no point
going down the rabbit hole. So many thoughts and memories
resurfaced after yesterday.
I put on my favorite dark green leggings and a tank top. Looking down at my chest, I decided to put on a hoodie on top. I knew I
would sweat, it was late April, but I just didn’t want the attention I could hear Aubrey say “Are you an i***t? you are fine. Girls would kill for your body!” Yea, but I had enough attention these past years. Causing chills just by thinking about it and not in a good way.
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