Oh to love and to be loved! I open my eyes and the first thing I see is his face. His astoundingly beautiful chiseled face. I could really get used to this. Waking up every morning beside a man this perfect and quite frankly he is everything I have ever wanted and more. From his full inviting lips to his icy blue eyes to his hands. And trust me those hands know their way around. Just a single touch is enough to send cold shivers down my spine. The strain of his muscles against the fabric of his shirt was the first thing that I noticed about him the first time we met and they left me aghast. I run my hands down his cheeks and I kiss his soft lips gently. He opens one eye and then both and plants a soft kiss on my lips.
"Good morning Aphrodite,"
"Good morning Adonis," yes, Adonis is the only word that can be used to describe the beauty of this man. The god of beauty. The man I'm about to get married to before the day ends.
He pulls me closer and we snuggle for a while until the phone rings. I get out of bed and head over to the bathroom to brush my teeth as Jake picks the call. He gets off the call and joins me in the bathroom.
We head to the kitchen to fix something to eat before getting ready for the day. As usual I make the coffee and eggs and Jake makes his signature chocolate chip pancakes. I suggest that we take a bath before we become man and wife which is rather silly because we've been living together for a while so there's nothing much that is going to change but still it's my special day. We take an hour long bath and make love a few times as we talk about our plans for the honeymoon. Well it's just me bribing him with sex so that he can tell me where we are going but the man is determined to keep it a secret. By the time we are done getting ready our two friends Mya and Michael have already arrived. We decided on a civil wedding because we plan on having a church wedding later on in the future when everything settles. And by this I mean when Jake's parents accept me as their daughter-in-law. They were adamant to having their son married to an orphan and when he went against them, they cut off ties with him. We exchange niceties and each of us gets into our ride and head to the DC's office. Suddenly it dawns on me the weight of this whole situation. I can feel butterflies in my stomach and Jake notices the change in my mood because he places a hand on my thigh. I place mine on top of his and I smile at him and he smiles back. At that moment I was content with everything. In a split of a second, the unthinkable happens. I look in front and see an SUV that is coming towards us. I scream for Jake to watch out and in that minute he notices as well. He swerves and misses the SUV with an inch but rams onto another car. The impact causes Jake to jerk back and his head slams on the steering wheel. He screams and goes silent. I recover from my state of shock and notice that I have blood trickling down my face and legs and I feel a sharp pain in my ribs. I can't feel my left foot. I try shaking Jake awake but he doesn't answer me. I struggle to free myself from the mangled car and with luck someone pushes the door open. I fall out of the car and the man picks me up and places me on the sidewalk where people are starting to gather. The Man sets out to go and help Jake out but before he gets to the car an overspeeding car rams into our already damaged car on the driver's side. I scream with all of my might. Well, the little of it that is left. I start feeling dizzy and the last thing I remember is telling the man not to let him die. Darkness engulfs me.
I wake up to a white ceiling and plain walls. It takes me a minute to remember where I am. I must be in the hospital. I see a button beside the bed and I press it. A doctor comes in followed by the nurse. They check my vitals and everything is fine. I should be discharged in a few weeks.
"Where is Jake?"
No answer. I repeat my question.
"We are so sorry b...."
"No. No. No. No..."
I don't even have any strength to cry out loud. Only tears are trickling down my face. I pinch my hands to see if this is reality. I dig my nails deep into my skin until I leave some marks on it. The pain brings me to a realization that indeed it is reality. The pain on my wrist is nothing compared to the pain in my heart. What are you supposed to do when things like this happen. Where do you get the strength to pick up your pieces if at all you ever will? I cry myself to sleep. This becomes my routine for the next few days until I'm discharged. Michael and Mya come to pick me and inform me that I have to tell Jake's parents that he is no more. I have to tell them that their only son is dead. It has to be done. I have to do it. I tell them to make a stopover at Jake's parental home. Michael and mya give me reassuring glances and with that, I gather enough strength and alight the car. The walk up the steps was long. My heart was beating heavily. I get to the door and knock. I'm met with silence. I knock again. Silence. I stand for a few more minutes and still no answer. I retreat towards the car. I feel sad because I had expected that maybe just maybe Jake's grieving mother would be a shoulder to cry on because she was the only one that could understand what I was going through. The emotional turmoil within me. "The Maurice's moved three months ago," someone appears behind me and informs me. Heartbreak all over again.
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