Chapter two everyone. YAY!
Rose sat in the front pew of the church. The collar of her dress made her neck itch. Her mother sat on one side and her father on the other. She played with the engagement ring on her finger. The small task kept her from running out of the church screaming. She had already decided that she'd leave it on. She was engaged to a dead man now. She didn't realize she was even crying until the tear drops landed on her dress. She wiped her eyes and looked up. She hadn't listened to a word of what was said. She must have done that on purpose. She reasoned that if she heard the words then they would be true. And they couldn't be true. He wasn't dead. He just wasn't. When the service ended she just sort of disappeared. She just snuck out. Family, friends and co workers, she knew they'd all be looking for her and she really didn't want to speak because she may or may not have forgotten how. The house wasn't far from the church. A few blocks walk was nothing. On the way home her mind wandered. She thought about all of the happy times they were going to have. The happy times he had promised her.
She got home and dashed upstairs, remembering something very important. She dug through some papers until she found two sealed envelopes. The memory of the day they were written came back very suddenly.
"Rose, why are you making me write this again?" John asked. He obviously thought the idea was dumb.
"Because, we work at Torchwood. It's a dangerous job and one of these days one of us could, you know, die. We're both humans remember? Any way. It's a letter to me in the event of your death and I'll right one to you. I'll put them in a safe place and well hope we won't need them till we're old and grey." She explained.
He didn't like the idea. "I don't want to lose you." He said and she smiled. "Don't worry, not going anywhere." He had given in and written a letter. She had cried while writing hers and afterwards she had scoffed at herself. This was a dumb idea. John had kissed her forehead and placed his letter in her hands.
She didn't think she'd be opening it so soon. She settled herself down on their bed and took a deep breath before opening the letter.
It began: My Dearest Rose,
