Authors Notes- As it was my birthday yesterday, and I have been a very bad author, I decided to post this as a sort of gift to everyone. I hope u like. The second chapter of my story Virginia Girl should be posted soon as well (with details as to why I haven't posted for months in case someone wanted to know). Trying to limit the babble to the story we go………..
He was gone, the one man she had loved. He had left with out anyone knowing. One second their, next his closet was empty. There was no note either she had looked. No clue as to what was going on, no telling when or if he would come back. She guessed that was best, no promises he would return to her someday, no false hope to live with day in and out. All that was left were a few small trinkets that were too much trouble to bother with and one or two items of clothing that he had forgotten in his rush to leave.
She felt dead inside, like her heart had been ripped out and put into a blender on high. She wanted to cry and break something at the same time. None of the others were going to see her break down. She was too strong for that. She would put the mask back on and be her normal self. As if he meant little to her and she wasn't crushed that he was gone. As if he hadn't been her rock the one constant in her life from the day they met. The one thing in her life she deemed worth living for.
She hoped she had the strength for the questions that she would be inevitably asked. The others would turn to her to know why he left and when he would be back.
She knew nothing and was going to be more then happy to tell them that. The problem was nothing matched up for her. She was so shocked and confused. Yesterday they had sat making plans for the coming week and today here she was staring at the empty room he had once occupied.
Things would be rough with out him that she knew. They had needed each other really. They had both gained and learned so much from the relationship it was hard to believe that he had just up and left. She never had a chance to tell him her secret. That was what she regretted the most, never having the chance to tell him. She was scared what this all meant but she would face the music as she usually did...alone.
End Notes- Again reviews make the writing process better. Tells me what I do well and what I can improve on. Just for my curiosity please tell me who she is. I want to see who figures it out. Anyway thanks for taking the time to read my story. Click the magic button! U know u want to!