Why Won't You Love Me?, chapter 1
I stared at the picture, remembering the day as if it were yesterday. It was a picture of me and him, and we were kissing in front of the fireworks show at Disney World.
"Jeff, hurry up or we won't get a good spot!" I said to my husband of 6 months and my best friend Kylie, dragging him towards Cinderella's Castle. We had gotten married here, and we had now returned for the New Years Eve bash.Seeing as she had gone to Ringling Brother's School of Art for photography, Kylie had gotten caught up in taking pictures, and it was already 11:30.
"Okay...stand right there Keel...okay now Jeff, put your hand right there, perfect! Now smile!" said Kylie, snapping yet another picture of us. 29 minutes and 50 seconds later, we were counting down to the new year.
"3! 2! 1! Happy 2004!!!" everyone yelled. Jeff hugged me before kissing me, giving Kylie the perfect chance to snap a picture...
"Hey, are you ready?" I heard Keely say. I set the picture back on my bedside table, turning my 5 month pregnant body toward her. She moved from her position at the doorway and walked over to me. Sitting next to me, she hugged me. "You'll be fine, Keel. He's still here." she whispered to me.
"We'd better get going before we miss the service." I said, leaning over to grab my black jacket as I wiped away my tears. I walked out of the room, once more looking at the perfectly made king sized bed and perfectly place furniture before flipping off the light.
***
"Was that the last one?" I asked Kylie when we had returned from the funeral home. I had spent the past 3 hours induring sobbing women and hugs and "I'm sorry"s. I was sick of it.
"I'm gonna go to bed now, Ky." I said, placing the towel I had used to dry off the kitchen counter back on it's hook above the stove. "Mmkay. I'm gonna head home then. Love ya, babes." Kylie said hugging me before grabbing her purse and jacket and heading out to her car. After I heard her car pull away, I headed upstairs to my room.
"After taking a quick shower, I slipped into some pijamas and climbed into bed, shutting off my bedside lamp. I turned toward Jeff's side of the bed and grabbed his top pillow, hugging it close to my chest and face, breathing in his scent. Then I remembered everything. KIssing him good bye, leaving for the mall with Kylie, coming home and Kylie playing my phone messages, hearing the voice of the police officer telling me that I needed to come to the hospital.
Then I remembered walking into the waiting room and hearing the police officer how the truck driver had lost control and that he had hit Jeff's SUV. I began sobbing when I remembered the doctor walking out of the OR and telling me that I could go say my last good bye to him. I was holding his hand when he died.
I continued crying until I fell into a fitful sleep.
"Jeff, hurry up or we won't get a good spot!" I said to my husband of 6 months and my best friend Kylie, dragging him towards Cinderella's Castle. We had gotten married here, and we had now returned for the New Years Eve bash.Seeing as she had gone to Ringling Brother's School of Art for photography, Kylie had gotten caught up in taking pictures, and it was already 11:30.
"Okay...stand right there Keel...okay now Jeff, put your hand right there, perfect! Now smile!" said Kylie, snapping yet another picture of us. 29 minutes and 50 seconds later, we were counting down to the new year.
"3! 2! 1! Happy 2004!!!" everyone yelled. Jeff hugged me before kissing me, giving Kylie the perfect chance to snap a picture...
"Hey, are you ready?" I heard Keely say. I set the picture back on my bedside table, turning my 5 month pregnant body toward her. She moved from her position at the doorway and walked over to me. Sitting next to me, she hugged me. "You'll be fine, Keel. He's still here." she whispered to me.
"We'd better get going before we miss the service." I said, leaning over to grab my black jacket as I wiped away my tears. I walked out of the room, once more looking at the perfectly made king sized bed and perfectly place furniture before flipping off the light.
***
"Was that the last one?" I asked Kylie when we had returned from the funeral home. I had spent the past 3 hours induring sobbing women and hugs and "I'm sorry"s. I was sick of it.
"I'm gonna go to bed now, Ky." I said, placing the towel I had used to dry off the kitchen counter back on it's hook above the stove. "Mmkay. I'm gonna head home then. Love ya, babes." Kylie said hugging me before grabbing her purse and jacket and heading out to her car. After I heard her car pull away, I headed upstairs to my room.
"After taking a quick shower, I slipped into some pijamas and climbed into bed, shutting off my bedside lamp. I turned toward Jeff's side of the bed and grabbed his top pillow, hugging it close to my chest and face, breathing in his scent. Then I remembered everything. KIssing him good bye, leaving for the mall with Kylie, coming home and Kylie playing my phone messages, hearing the voice of the police officer telling me that I needed to come to the hospital.
Then I remembered walking into the waiting room and hearing the police officer how the truck driver had lost control and that he had hit Jeff's SUV. I began sobbing when I remembered the doctor walking out of the OR and telling me that I could go say my last good bye to him. I was holding his hand when he died.
I continued crying until I fell into a fitful sleep.
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