It was a hot, sunny day. I sat in my empty car, with a newspaper clipping on my lap, staring at the top of the black, worn steering wheel. I knew I couldn't avoid the heading on the newspaper clipping any longer. With a short sigh, I glanced down at the clipping that read:
"Attorney Christopher Chambers Fatally Stabbed In Restaurant."
The emotions I knew should have been expected consumed me, threatening to overwhelm me. A single tear dropped from my eye as I looked at the silver band on my left hand, inscribed with the engraving "Georgiana Chambers" around the outside. A few more tears slid down my cheeks as I thought about the love of my life and my best friend, my destiny lost. Since his accidental death a day ago, my normal, happy life had been turned upside down. I had known Chris my entire life, and now that he was gone, it was hard for me to imagine living life, knowing that he would no longer be there to support me ever again, as he had always done.
Suddenly, the sound of bicycle bells brought me out of my reverie. Two boys, about the age of twelve or thirteen, rode past my open window and onto the open road. Looking at the boy's retreating backs, my thoughts drifted back to that summer that Chris and I shared, with our two other friends, which only made us closer, and shaped our future together….