dimples (wyatt oleff)

last chapter

8 years later

I remembered it all, the good and bad, as

I sat there.

Still, like a volcano before it's fateful

eruption.

I felt numb.

People came and went, giving

condolences and reassurance.

But I felt nothing.

I wished I could feel something.

Hurt, pain, anything at all.

I felt as if my nerves were fried.

I sat there, hours after everyone had left.

Even her parents.

It was too painful for them.

But, why, was it not as painful for me?

I had loved her just as much.

What I didn't know, was that my own

mind was shielding me from the utter

emptiness she left me with.

Some things are not meant to be.

I guess our future was one of them.

So I sat there, tears falling onto the wood

below me.

The wood that would enclose her lifeless

body and take her away forever.

I could barely bring myself to look into

the coffin.

She was just a pale, empty shell of herself.

I wish, more than anything, that I had

been there with her.

When that drunk driver hit.

And took the one person who made me

whole.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I

stood, and slowly bent to kiss her

forehead.

I then reached into my pocket, for the

dreaded reason I hadn't been in that car

with her.

The black velvet box clicked open, and I

gently took the engagement ring out.

With a shaking hand, I slipped it onto her

cold, pale ring finger.

And with a deep sigh, I said the last thing

I would ever say to her:

"You will always be mine. And I will always be yours".

And with that last sentiment, I turned,

and left Layla Morgen, the love of my

life, in her coffin alone.

But not as alone as I felt.

(wtf i was a weird 15 yr old lmao 2020 me her signing off)

a/n
and that's it!
Thanks for being a part of this journey, and reading my book!
Love you all dearly ❤️