Uh, so I TOTALLY abandoned this story- super sorry about that. But I will try to resolve some stuff in this chapter so yall arent waiting with baited breath pondering what happens next. Lol jk i know i'm not that good of a writer. Uh, anyway, this ending might make yall sad but I mean, I need to get this story off my chest cause I have an idea for another one! Yeah hopefully it will be better because it has an actual plot and i'm going to try to finish it.
Cinder looked at the bloody glass shard in Lucs hand as her eyes grew to the size of saucers. Cinder couldn't function, it was like her brain was a machine gone haywire. Wolf however barged through the door, unafraid of Luc. He followed a path of blood eerily to the one they had followed to Michelle Benoit, and like it, found Scarlet's body crumpled in the next room.
Everything was a blur as Cinder called an ambulance and he remembered glass getting jabbed into his shoulder, but Wolf was too numb to care. Too numb to do anything except stroke Scarlets curls, the only thing about her that seemed to be alive. If she didn't recover he would never forgive himself. If he hadn't let Scarlet go in here alone none of this would have happened.
He barely remembered the hospital. But he does remember the pain. Not physical, although it felt that way, but the pain in his heart as the nurse told him that his girlfriend was dead. That the bottle had hit her head in just the right spot with just the right amount of force to kill her. He killed his own daughter.
He barely remembers the funeral. The funeral full of black with not a splash of red. The funeral was full of sobbing people he had never seen before. People mourning a person they probably never knew. He recognized a few as Scarlet's neighbors, the same who called Michelle crazy.
He barely remembers the trial in which Luc Benoit was charged with manslaughter. He does however remember that Luc had not an ounce of regret or sorrow on his face as he was dragged out the doors.
He did remember to bring red flowers and tomatoes to her grave every weekend, she would hate the cemetery, so drab and colorless.
He did remember to celebrate her birthday every year until the day he died. Not that it took very long. The day he finally got to be with her again. The day that came so fast yet so slow.
Soooo i just wrote that. Don't know how i feel about it but ok. My cats are drinking milk right next to me so that's fun. UH yeah sorry about this ending but lol whatever. I'm stressed and have had three mental breakdowns today woot woot.
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Ember