DATE: 2-14-2034
Peyton's p.o.v
The cemetery is no place for a pregnant woman, but I don't care. I am five months pregnant, but the old wounds of the past never , I place a bouquet of roses along with I heart you teddy bear beside Lucky's tombstone. Today is
suppose to be Lucky's twenty third birthday and I am grateful for her life although it was cut short. I remember she was one of the victims who died during the school shooting at One Tree Hill High nearly seven years ago. A dove flies out of
nowhere and perches itself on top of the tombstone. I consider the dove to be Lucky's spirit so I reach out my hand to touch it. Frightened, the dove disappears killing me softly and slowly from within. Heartbroken, I reflect upon all of the missed
opportunities that I had to confess my love for Lucky. Crying makes up for conversations that I am afraid to have with Lucky's spirit. It is said that God talks to babies while they are in the womb and I wonder if he is talking to my baby right now.
