Chapter Three
1 year and a half, 18 months, 82 weeks, 577 days, 34620 hours, 2077200 minutes, 124632000 seconds. Any way you put it Bobby still hated it, and despised it. 577 days with her gone. HIS beautiful, perfect Alex gone and never coming back. 576 red roses cleaned away every night. Bobby looked down at where Alex lay, and he laid the new rose down, its spot marked by long dead petals. He didn't swallow back the tears that were so common on his cheeks now.
The memory of that night played back in his head. The call, the hospital and the long day after. He remembered the last glimpse of her walking to her car with the wind gently tossing her hair before...
Bobby breathed, trying not to forfully throw his phone into oblivion. Bishop KNEW he was with Alex, and she had promised not to call. He flipped the phone up then back closed. Maybe she would get the message. Bobby sighed. He'd have to go anyways. Bobby knelt down and kissed Alex's forehead. He ran his fingers through her newly untangled hair and checked to make sure the iv wasn't brushing against her skin he put the brush into the drawer. he whispered his new mantra: "Please comeback to me."