Okay people, I'm taking a different tack here. This will be an almost moment by moment remembrance of the day April died. It will be a few chapters long and in Marks POV. And no, this is not April/Mark. Enjoy and check back for updates.
There are certain days in life that you never forget. It doesn't matter if they change you for better or for worse; they leave a mark on you, deep inside. Like the day April died. In those scant 24 hours my world was ripped apart and then haphazardly slapped back together again, leaving me bruised and sick, forcing me to become responsible for someone I had relied on for years. Every moment of that awful day haunts me. There's no escaping it. I can't help but think that if I had only seen the signs, said something, stopped her, life would have been different.