Scarlett's POV
It has been 3 years since Bonnie died; since Melly died; since Rhett left me. Every day I regret not telling him I love him. I regret everything I have done to hurt him. I love him not Ashley. It was always Rhett. However, I realized too late. Rhett left me to find someone who could really love him. I bet by now he has been able to move on. He probably is married to a beautiful woman and probably has twenty children. He probably spoils her as he used to spoil me. I bet his daughters are just as beautiful as Bonnie was. I bet his life is perfect where as I am utterly alone. Mammy died a year ago and Ashley sold the lumberyard and moved away. I had to sell the house, which was not too bad for everything in that God forsaken house reminded me of him. Now I am back living at Tara with Sue Ellen who will not even talk to me. She just sulks around the house all-day, while I sit in my room writing letter to Rhett that I never send.
Dear Rhett,
I do not know how to tell you how sorry I am. I love you. It was never Ashley. I only thought it was he but my heart knew the truth. That day in the fog when you left, I sat for hours…
I crumpled the paper and threw it on the floor. Suddenly there was a knock on my door.
"Scarlett," Sue Ellen's soft voice murmured.
My heart skipped a beat. I had missed my dear sister, even though we had been living with each other it never seemed like she was truly there. Quickly I ran to the door and opened it. And there was my own sister pointing a gun at me. Before I could say anything, she pulled the trigger.
When I awoke, I was lying in bed and the pain was unbearable.
"Rhett," I mumbled.
"Shh," a voice whispered lying me back down with a gentle squeeze.
Quickly I grabbed the person's shirt and pulled it close to me.
"Get Rhett," I screamed before I passed out.