I sat, impatiently waiting for the plane to arrive at its destination. I had no idea what expression was on my face, but everyone else was avoiding me so I assumed it gave away what I was feeling.
Bella...
She was gone. She was gone, and she was never coming back. And it was all my fault.
How long was it before the plane arrived in Italy? It couldn't be much longer. I tried not to, but I couldn't stop my subconscious from imagining the final moments of Bella's life.
She was standing, alone, on the top of a large cliff. It was nighttime, and the sky was covered with twinkling stars over the navy blue blanket. The water below her was calm and still.
A slight breeze blew her hair and the dress she wore slightly. Her pale skin glowed in the moonlight, her eyes were closed, and I imagined her what her mind might be thinking.
Would she be angry at me for leaving her? Maybe she would simply feel like I did now... incredibly alone. Usually my mind raced through so many thoughts at once, never concentrating on only one thing... except now. Nothing else took its place in my thoughts as my imagination saw Bella's arms reach out to the sides and - eyes still closed - her body lightly fall forward and plummet through the air. With a quiet splash that only I could hear, the Bella in my head disappeared into the black water. I could feel the space my heart had left, and knew that if it were still there, it would be shattering into one million pieces.
Bella...
She was gone. She was gone, and she was never coming back. And it was all my fault.
How long was it before the plane arrived in Italy? It couldn't be much longer. I tried not to, but I couldn't stop my subconscious from imagining the final moments of Bella's life.
She was standing, alone, on the top of a large cliff. It was nighttime, and the sky was covered with twinkling stars over the navy blue blanket. The water below her was calm and still.
A slight breeze blew her hair and the dress she wore slightly. Her pale skin glowed in the moonlight, her eyes were closed, and I imagined her what her mind might be thinking.
Would she be angry at me for leaving her? Maybe she would simply feel like I did now... incredibly alone. Usually my mind raced through so many thoughts at once, never concentrating on only one thing... except now. Nothing else took its place in my thoughts as my imagination saw Bella's arms reach out to the sides and - eyes still closed - her body lightly fall forward and plummet through the air. With a quiet splash that only I could hear, the Bella in my head disappeared into the black water. I could feel the space my heart had left, and knew that if it were still there, it would be shattering into one million pieces.