The twigs snapped, broken like I was the day I lost her. The weeds grew, I haven't. Her tombstone weathered through time. Dried leaves decorated the outskirts of the mud she now forever sleeps in.
I brought Sunflowers.
And chocolates.
And her favorite bookmark.
It had a picture of us. The ones we took that day at the beach. She was wearing her butt shorts, that thing I told her not to buy but bought it anyways.
While I wore, you won't believe it.
I wore my hoodie and my pajamas.
In the beach.
Swimming. With. Her.
Imagine her accusatory intonation of
"WHAT AN OLD WOMAN, ZEB. "
"SHOW SOME SKIN. "
"BOOO."
"I'm sorry. "
"Bran I told you give me more 5 mi--"
I swiveled around, but it wasn't Bran.
"Aiden. "
"I'm sorry. "
"Aiden, I thought you're having meeting today. It's ---"
I saw the bouquet of flowers behind him.
"Are you here for someo---"
Sunflowers.
It's Aiden.
The thing she can't write.
She was envy of me, but it wasn't Bran.
It was Aiden.
"It's Alice. " I started.
"It's Alice. " His smile was pained.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. " I looked at her tombstone.
"Sorry I used you. You were always together. I thought I was falling for you. But it was her all along. " He placed the bouquet and sat down.
"Were you together? " I don't feel hatred. I just. I wanna know.
"We are still. "
I wanted to cry from his choice of words.
He loved her.
