Thinking Of You

Mark 'Dodger' Savage found himself in a place he never been before, it was a very dark place. Even his family cannot take away the pain. As he crouched down below the grave of Texas Longford, which was besides the grave of India Longford. He witnessed their mother Melody crying her eyes out, as she had to face burying her second child. Mark chose to come back later, so here he was. He was still reeling over Leanne Holiday's shocking arrest.

"Why did you have to go?" Dodger asked, his voice sounded nervous. He knew full way he was talking to himself.

"I never wanted you to marry him, I wanted you to be happy with me and I know you loved me as much as I loved you"

He let tears fall down, as he took out his phone. Just to hear her voice, as he dialed her numbers.

"Hi its Texas! Can't get to the phone right now, probably because Leanne is hogging it, by!"

Mark shook his head in disbelieve, she was almost perfect to him. He felt like she was made for him. He remembers their first kiss, their first time. Now to think she is gone, is almost unbelievable. She was so young, in her twenties and then some scumbag took her life away.

Mark hated now knowing who done it, who was it? He was looking at everybody, Theresa? Paul? Leanne? He shook his head, Leanne couldn't possibly of killed Texas. Yeah she was a little crazy but a killer? No, that wasn't her.

He didn't suspect Will, how could he? Will was his brother and her husband. He wouldn't, would he? He wouldn't be so cruel, so sly. When he first heard about Texas's death, he was distraught. His twin sister Sienna Blake words seemed so untrue.

Mark let more tears fall down, as he wiped them away with his arm. The wind blowing against his neck, he sniffed. He looked upon the grave, which had two bouquets. One from her mother Melody, the other from her friend Douglass Carter.

"I love you so much Texas, I'm sorry I couldn't go to your wedding, I wish I did then maybe you still be here but I know you and your sister India will be with each other; Your dad loves you very much, the whole family do,

Love from mum x"

"You were one of my bestest friends, I never forget you but at least you're at peace with India, I miss you loads,

From Doug xx"

Mark breathed in and out. Looking at the writing on the gravestone. Texas Savage. 1989-2013. Beloved Wife, Daughter and Friend. Mark let more tears, it killed him knowing. She weren't Savage because of him. He let more tears fall down.

"I love you"

She was took from him, too early. He wishes he just left with her when she was packing. If he turned back the hands of time, he wouldn't have asked questions. He would have just ran. He will always be thinking of her, no matter where he is or who he is with.

Anybody after her will always be second best, once he had a taste of perfection nothing came taste better. He learned that the hard way.

FIN