Chapter 12
Five years later
Lucky stood at her grave. He only came twice a week now. His visits lessened as each year pasted. "Cameron started Kindergarten today; he's growing up so quickly. You'd be so proud of him." Lucky thought. He took a deep breath, bent in front of her headstone, and traced the letters of her name. "Elizabeth Imogene Webber, it should have read Elizabeth Webber Spencer." It was one of so many mistakes Lucky felt he'd made, now, more than ever before. The thing that haunted him the most was the night of their vows in the church. He made promises and he broken every one of them. He had hurt her in ways he could never apologize for or hope to receive forgiveness from his treachery. Lucky thought he would spend the rest of his life wishing he had a lifetime to make up every ounce of pain he had caused her. Lucky had become a man, he was no longer that unwise young man that he had once been, and he now knew he should have cherished every precious moment. "I'm going to see Audrey this afternoon. She says she'll be seeing you soon. Oh Angel, I envy her. What wouldn't I give to see you one more time?" His chest heaved as he suppressed a deep sob. "I miss you." It was true the last five years were harder on Lucky than the day they had laid Elizabeth to rest. It hurt like hell, but it didn't seem real. They put an empty coffin in the ground and a headstone to mark her existence on this earth. There was no need for any of it! The whole thing made Lucky feel such rage. Elizabeth had left a mark on the soul of the people in her life. The rest was for those who didn't get it. Lucky collected himself, he had gotten good at it. The wall was up, the mask securely in place, and once again he left her.
Five years later
Lucky stood at her grave. He only came twice a week now. His visits lessened as each year pasted. "Cameron started Kindergarten today; he's growing up so quickly. You'd be so proud of him." Lucky thought. He took a deep breath, bent in front of her headstone, and traced the letters of her name. "Elizabeth Imogene Webber, it should have read Elizabeth Webber Spencer." It was one of so many mistakes Lucky felt he'd made, now, more than ever before. The thing that haunted him the most was the night of their vows in the church. He made promises and he broken every one of them. He had hurt her in ways he could never apologize for or hope to receive forgiveness from his treachery. Lucky thought he would spend the rest of his life wishing he had a lifetime to make up every ounce of pain he had caused her. Lucky had become a man, he was no longer that unwise young man that he had once been, and he now knew he should have cherished every precious moment. "I'm going to see Audrey this afternoon. She says she'll be seeing you soon. Oh Angel, I envy her. What wouldn't I give to see you one more time?" His chest heaved as he suppressed a deep sob. "I miss you." It was true the last five years were harder on Lucky than the day they had laid Elizabeth to rest. It hurt like hell, but it didn't seem real. They put an empty coffin in the ground and a headstone to mark her existence on this earth. There was no need for any of it! The whole thing made Lucky feel such rage. Elizabeth had left a mark on the soul of the people in her life. The rest was for those who didn't get it. Lucky collected himself, he had gotten good at it. The wall was up, the mask securely in place, and once again he left her.
