I don't know why i'm here. I shouldn't be here because of what happened but we were friends. It's not right that you're gone and i'm still alive.
My sister should've treated you better!
You were her husband!
She promised to love you for better or worse and then she turned around and slept with Nikolas.
Her prince!
What's so special about him?! He's just another Cassadine! Vengeful and hateful like his father, uncle and grandmother!
'There's no changing anything now.' I whisper, my voice rough from crying. I carefully put the white roses on the ground in front of your headstone and trace the name carved into it with my fingers.
Zander Smith.
August 24th 1980 to February 11th 2004.
Beloved friend.
I brush fresh tears away as the cold wind whips past my face, blowing my light brown hair away from my eyes.
'I love you, Zander. I just wish that i had gotten the chance to tell you that the last time i saw you.' I say, standing up as a new snowfall starts to surround me. More than snow. Your spirit's surrounding me, encouraging me to hang on, to live my life and you'll always be here in my heart.