Sunset lover

Ch.1 (My dearest)

Stars fill the dark blue hazed night. May looks up as she feels tears roll down her eyes.

Why now! What in the world did I do?! Where did I go wrong! falling to her knees . Cold as the breeze blows her hair back from her neck. Bloody hands bloody sheets bloody hell house.
Two bodies, two souls, one alive  and the other...
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1917

"MARY MAYYY!!!! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING YOUNG LADYY!!"

"No where mom. Just.. Meeya's my besties house .Ma I promise I'll be home on time. Let me go just this once please. "

"Fine just this once. But it's cold out. How about I'll drop you off okay dear? "

Mary nods as her mom grabs her little puffer jacket for her.

In the car-

~I'm so tired of love songs,
tired of love songs
Tired of love songs, tired of love
Just wanna go home, wanna go home
Wanna go home, whoa ~

The radio played on as Mary May climbed up her booster seat to see though the car window.

Christmas was around the corner. inches of white crystal snow on the ground. Snowman built at every neighborhood corner. Light up Reindeer and candy canes laid in-front of brightly lit houses. If you looked close enough you could see Christmas trees inside these pretty houses.

Mary's eyes shined
A bit teary from the beautiful sight. 
It was beautiful indeed.
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"MEEEYA!!! WE FINNALY TOGETHER AGAIN!!"

big hugs for small people. I miss those hugs. I miss Meeya too.

Meeya passed away at age 14.  Leaving me alone. My ride or die my forever. She was the one person I had. Even when we couldn't meet we'd call for hours. Seasons would change but my dear friend Meeya would never.

Her smile her laugh her conversations her humor. Her. Our memories our plans our love.
I loved her. I loved Meeya.

And if we had just left things as they were it would have been just fine.
But Meeya you had to feel the same way about me as I do you.

I'm sorry..

-

Radio playing on the dining room Dec 1925

"A young 14 year old girl named Meeya Parea was found shot about 6 times after making it out though a house fire. This seems like a attempt of murde-"

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A part of me died that day. Meeya's body was sent out in Seattle waters a few weeks later. They didn't give my dearest a proper funeral. The waters of Seattle turned into ice as we got deeper into winter. And the gossips and wispheres of the town of my Meeya were growing quieter.

Everyone eventually forgot about my dearest. But how could I. She was mine.
My first love. My everything.