I was there for you ⫴ completed

chapter six

trigger warning!

September 21. 2018; Friday -  international day of peace.

I woke up at 8. I showed and put on my favorite outfit. It was my favorite pair of black ripped Levis jeans and my white knitted sweater. I was supposed to meet Maria at our spot.

The Hollywood sign.

I remember taking the black Ferrari after a long time again.

We were both back home. I came to visit her. We haven't seen each other in a long time. We were busy at that time. But I took the long weekend off to surprise her. Her mother should have set her up to be at the sign at around 11.

My drive there was filled with anticipation. I drove fast.

I was excited as I stepped out of my car. Setting up the picnic, I prepared for us. And then I waited. The hours went by.

I tried to call her. She didn't answer.

I texted her. The texts didn't deliver.

I remember it getting late and me growing frustrated. I decided to drive to her house. I was mad at the time. I mean I took my day off. Even if she didn't know that.

I stopped in front of her house. Her car wasn't there.

I got out of my car. At least I could talk to Isabella. As I knocked the door wasn't opened by Isabella but by one of her maidens.

"Where is Miss Forster?" I remember asking her this. 

It was the first time I looked at her face. 

She seemed devastated. My panic, I didn't know I was holding in me, grew.

"Wh-Where is Miss Forster?" My voice was a scratchy bundle of emotions at this point.

All she did that day was gesturing me to follow her. 

I knew the way to Maria's room.

I didn't want to get in. I felt a strong pressure telling me not to.

But I ignored it.

The image will never leave me.

Her room looked like it always did.

But the horrifying was Isabella.

She laid there.

Looking like an angel with its wings cut off.

She was the pure image of grief.

After that...

I remember nothing.

I suppose I broke down in the door.

My mind was quiet. Maybe that's why I don't remember anything. 

Because there was nothing.

She was gone.

Forever.

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A/N

Oh Gosh please don't hate me. 

I'd still love to know how you like the story to this point.