𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒，𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗈𝗇

𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝖾

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 my eyes as I approached Billy's grave. Steve had come with me but said he would wait in the car and let me have my moment.

As I stood there, staring at the gravestone, a wave of emotions washed over me. His passing had hit me like a ton of bricks, shattering the fragile peace I had managed to build after the breakup.

It was a complex mix of feelings that consumed me. Grief, sadness, and a profound sense of loss enveloped my heart, as memories of our time together flooded my mind.

I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret for all the unresolved issues between us. The fights, the misunderstandings, and the unspoken words now haunted me.

I wished we had taken the time to mend our broken bond, to find closure and forgiveness. But now, it was too late.

Yet, amidst the sorrow, there was also a bittersweet nostalgia. I remembered the good times we shared, the laughter, and the love that once blossomed. It was a reminder of the person he used to be, the person I had cared for deeply. In a strange way, his passing brought back a flood of emotions I thought I had long buried.

I found myself grappling with a range of conflicting emotions. Guilt for moving on, for feeling relief that our troubled relationship was finally over. Anger at the unfairness of it all, at the lost opportunities to make things right. And amidst it all, a deep sense of longing, a desire to turn back time and rewrite our story. Despite it ending.

I sat down on the floor in front of it as I laid out the flowers, "Hey, Billy." I started, my voice cracking, "You know, I was thinking about the last thing that I said to you. I can't even remember." Tears began to fall down my cheeks, "I didn't even say goodbye. You weren't supposed to die."

In the end, I realised that losing him meant losing a part of me. It was a painful reminder of the fragility of life and the importance of cherishing the people we care about. As I closed my eyes, tears streaming down her face, I whispered a silent goodbye, hoping that he had found peace and that I too, would find the strength to heal.

𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 events that had consumed me, I never thought I would find light again. But as fate would have it, I had Steve, my beacon of hope. Together, we embarked on a new adventure, leaving behind the shadows of the past.

In a foreign land, we built a life filled with joy, love, and healing. Every day, as we explored new cultures and experienced new adventures, I felt a renewed sense of purpose. The trauma that had once held her captive was slowly replaced by the vibrant colours of life.

My boyfriend became my rock, my safe haven. He held my hand through the darkest nights and celebrated every small victory with me. With his unwavering support, I learned to trust again, to let go of the fear that had once consumed me.

We created a haven of laughter and love, where my scars were not seen as flaws but as a reminder of resilience. He saw my strength, my beauty, and helped me see it too. Together, we turned our pain into a driving force for growth and compassion.

Living abroad brought a sense of freedom I had never known before. The world became our playground, and we embraced every opportunity to create lasting memories. From wandering through ancient streets to savouring exotic cuisines, we revelled in the beauty of the present moment.

Though the traumatic event would always be a part of my story, it no longer defined me. I had found solace in the arms of Steve, and together we rewrote our narrative. With each passing day, I discovered that happiness could bloom even in the most unexpected places.

As the sun set on our new life, I knew that I had found my happy ending. The scars from the past had faded, replaced by a newfound appreciation for life's precious moments. With my boyfriend by my side, I was finally living a life filled with love, laughter, and the promise of a bright future.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄
the finale of babysitters!
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