Nero Alboeques died on a cool September night, just before autumn had begun. It wasn't a dramatic affair, not like on all those doctor shows where the nurses refused to give up and everyone was rushing around screaming.

No.

He had simply…stopped breathing.

I wish I could say at least the funeral was something spectacular but…it wasn't. There weren't any trumpets playing or doves being released, just an old priest telling everyone god had a plan to follow through with.

Right.

I skipped most of the things I didn't want to be apart of. Not because I was disrespectful.

I wasn't.

I just liked to grieve in my own way.

Later after everyone was gone, I went to his gave, set down his copy of Passion Island, and cried.

The only thing I could possible choke out as the wind howled above was :

"Y-You promised!"

And somehow when a lone green leaf -probably the last of its kind- fell onto my shoulder, I knew Nero was listening.

THE FUTURE AND ALL IT HAS TO OFFER

I never fully got over Nero's death.

He was still the boy that impacted my life so fully in a such a short amount of time.

I didn't stop living though, I knew he would want me to go on. So I did.

A month after he died I ended up adopting old Buster from the animal shelter, I know Nero would have loved that.

Then after I graduated I went to college and majored in English and business. I decided first to go through with what Nero always wanted. I started a company on finding better ways for more fuel efficient running cars. Now it's a multimillion dollar idea.

Once that was up and running, I decided to move down to California and buy a house. A bluehouse with a white picket fence by the sea.

Just how he wanted.

That's when everything begun to die down and settle and I begun writing Novels.

Turns out they were pretty good and a publisher hired me, just like Nero said.

And to this day, on each of my New York best selling books, I've written the same dedication:

To my loving husband Nero, who always said anything was possible, as long as you had a little faith and a little optimism.

The end.