Authors Note: I posted this here a long time ago and then took it down for some editing and reworking. I hope you like it and reviewing is at your discretion.
As always the characters (except Michael) do not belong to me.
Prologue
Life had thrown the young girl a cruel curve. Here she stood only twenty-one years of age and she was already widowed. As she collapsed at the open grave she began to sob.
A warm hand on her back pulled her out of the memories that flooded her mind. She stood and smiled sadly at the man from her distant past. She turned one last time dropping a rose that had been watered by her tears into the grave.
She whispered one last oath of love and blew a kiss to her dead friend, lover, and husband. She turned and grasped the strong hand of her childhood friend, silently praying for strength to get through the rough times.
As always the characters (except Michael) do not belong to me.
Prologue
Life had thrown the young girl a cruel curve. Here she stood only twenty-one years of age and she was already widowed. As she collapsed at the open grave she began to sob.
A warm hand on her back pulled her out of the memories that flooded her mind. She stood and smiled sadly at the man from her distant past. She turned one last time dropping a rose that had been watered by her tears into the grave.
She whispered one last oath of love and blew a kiss to her dead friend, lover, and husband. She turned and grasped the strong hand of her childhood friend, silently praying for strength to get through the rough times.