It's been three days and I still can't believe it, I stayed in my room once again crying. In disbelief; I'm never going to see him again... I cried so much. I can't bare the thought of not being able to hold him, or see his smile when I make silly puns.
It was all my fault. It was late at night when it happened, I was having a really bad headache. Aaron (my fiancé) insisted on getting me at least painkillers from a pharmacy. He didn't want me stressed, so he went alone. I waited, and waited, so long to hear from him.. only to find out he fell asleep while driving and, uh died.
I haven't eaten much,, or slept.. or really anything. It's not fair, we were suppose to get married, have kids and die old together! This feels like a dream,, I want this to be a dream. So I could wake up to him beside me.
I cry and throw a pillow at the door.
My mom walks in and tries to comfort me for like the 50th time
"awe, sweetie it's okay. There's plenty of other guys out there too.. you'll see and get over it soon. It's not over you can still have that fantasie dream lived.."
I sniff and hiccup " b-but there's only one Aaron. And he's the one I wanted to be with.. even though it was a rearrangement marriage, we had something strong.. he was.. different " I hiccup again for the last time.
My parents have high standards, and Aaron was one of the people who met them luckily he didn't have a shit personality like the rest! I knew, now that he's gone I'm pressured to be with Nick, who- lets just say we didn't have the best experience together.
I knew I was going to meet him again in a few weeks,, oh god
Okok I know it isn't great but I don't think it too bad... sorry if it is
BUT IM TRYING SO THANK U
no like I'm actually sorry, this isn't as good as I hoped it to be 🤦🏽♀️