-Patricia-
"Mum, Dad, I have something to tell you" I said."What is it?" Mum asked worried noticing my tone. I sighed. I zipped down my sweatshirt showing my baby bump."WHO DID THIS TO YOU?!" Dad growled."You are an embarrassement to this family" he fumed. Mum tried calming him down.
I went to my room packing my things. I heard a knock on my window. I opened it."Hey" Eddie said."Hey" I said. I heard my dad yelling and screaming."You have to go, just meet me at the bus tomorrow" I said. He nodded as we kissed one last time then he left. I continued packing my things.
-Eddie-
This wasn't right. I can't just leave. I saw Patricia coming and hid. This wasn't right, but I'm doing what's right...I hope.
-Patricia-
Where's Eddie? He promised he'd be here."You getting on or not?" The bus driver said. I looked around. I guess I am. I got on and sat.
Right when we were leaving Eddie came out from behind a lot of people mouthing 'Sorry.' I hit the window. How could he? The bus drove away and I didn't see Eddie anymore.
-1 year 8 months later-
I kissed my son's cheek. He turned 1 today. Eddie's been sending me letters. I haven't responded back. He would also send me money. I keep all the money and his letters in a shoe box. I work 2 jobs to afford for the place, food, and my child.
-Eddie-
I haven't told her. The reason why I didn't go was because I was sick. I was in London right now. Where she was and lived. I stepped on a crate and slid the money through her window.
I couldn't tell her, not now. I zipped up my jacket the weather getting colder. I walked past a couple, but that was all I remembered until I blacked out on the sidewalk.
-Patricia-
I put down my son letting him walk around. I just got home from my second job. I walked into the kitchen to see an envelope hanging from the window. I grabbed it to see my name written on it. I opened it up to see more than £200. Eddie was here?
Time passed and Eddie still wrote. That was until the letters stopped coming. I got a call from the hospital saying Eddie died from lukemia.
I ran into his hospital room only to be too late. His body was gone, he was gone.
Now, I'm here. With his parents visiting his grave. They took my son while I walked up his gravestone reading:
Eddie Miller-Sweet
Born 1992-Died 2014
I fell to my knees dropping the flowers."Why Eddie?" Was all I could manage.
I cried feeling a hand touch my shoulder. I looked up to see his mother."He really loved you Patricia" she said.
And I really loved him, but it was too late to tell him.
Commemt. I know it wasn't good, but I wanna see what you think.