is words, Morgan sent

t, he never m

of her birthday. When her father would come back from work holding

inding presents left behind by Santa Claus on Christmas Day. In her

d carefully like she was handling one of her most precious dolls, opened the envelope to find a card pl

ery year it

night,

t stretched so wide her face would ache. Without even thinking of what she was doing, she placed it o

topped him from wishing her a very happy birthday. And hap

ars lay enclosed in a shoe box kept in he

ery card he'd sent her over the years, if he too

o an extent, she thought of him every passing day. The image of his face stayed tattooed

e sky would be dark and illuminated with stars, twinkling white like diamonds. Nadia closed her eyes, clasped her hands as if

ars l

nd darts out of her bedroom. She slips into the awaiting Range Rover finding her father in the passenger seat while she and he

ttery was running low and rolled her eyes in irritation. The

trated with her

om all the reading she did on it. She was in love with reading. May it be rom

evision was her life. She didn't even know what was going on in the world i

, the unordinary, the rarity of it all, it would be

ng into ice...Her thoughts made the side of her face lift in half a smile. It would be nice if there were a fe

a whimsical dreamer. However foolish it sounded, it couldn't preven

r pale cheeks while a cont

fairytale. A man to share her first kiss with. A man who shared her dreams. A man to share a future with. Nadia

she was

p. It always put her on edge when it came to the opposite sex. It was difficult to trust and it wasn't eas

friends. But because she shut people out she was labeled by many as sel

t was misplaced. Their assumptions were based on how th

an observer than a talker. There was a whole different worl

ave peace to her soul. Sitting in a corner quietly and watching others interact was enough mo

n she wa

*

inally

y finally

moving vehicle, they approach the cemetery, catching

g and atop some of the graves were the only indication of life. It made her

denly felt as if a heavy and burdening feeling

aze back towards t

d of downcast as the day represented. The weather should be stormy and rainin

at her black, mourning attire. However elegant it was for a formal setting, she hated the color and the depressing reminder

flected sadness

at

somebody that they all lov

Perot

n feeling selfish for thinking about her hopes and dreams earlier. It was a day to

lollipop waiting in his pocket for her when he happened to visit her parents.

e age of eighty-six. It was all

of tea. The next moment his staff find him collapsed on the floor, a hand layin

ed over the countless men and women dressed in black listening to the priest recite hi

's parents. Standing close by were Elon and Pamela, her father's parents. Witn

at nothing lasts forever li

No one ever really had a happily ever after. If it did exist

hey too one day will exit this earth like they never existed. It's the circl

was time to exit this life, it was time. It never waited. Sometimes

was the thin line be

ie, the only difference is we

it was backbreaking. We all take what we have and who surrounds us f

e and she quickly brushes it away before it runs down her cheek. S

crowd until they stopped. Something inside her awak

rg

he ever had. The man she loved wit

reedily. She still worshipped him. She thought the day would never come when she

, she thinks whimsically fee

there he was in the flesh. Standing before the casket with hands cla

ity like nobody she had come across. His presence was dominating, attracting attention where yo

taller and very broad-shouldered, much broader than she remembered long ago. His dark hair was longer and wavy, swept to the back of his head. The

iscomfort radiating off of him was not hard to miss. The dark navy suit he wore look