[EDITED VERSION; MORE SOON :]]
Memories spun through my head. I didn’t understand him. I watched a black SUV pull into the driveway; At first I saw Rocco but I had to shake it off .I glanced down at the person, who happened but once again my brain had found yet another way of stimulating my misery.
Brett came in and sat next to me, but he didn’t say a word. His jittery disposition explained his silence as he watched me stare out the window. Brett had been my first friend in New York and I know he would be the last person to ever leave me. He had told me he loved me everyday since Rocco’s decease. I turned to him and waited for him to speak.
“How are you? he questioned, rubbing his hand down my arm.
“Okay,” I said weakly reluctant to not break out in tears.
“I love you,” he said.
I had had it, Brett had finally blown a fuse.
“What are you on the rebound now?” I ruptured.
“ No Alex, you-” I didn’t let him finished.
“ Rocco’s dead, and you think you have a chance with me ?!” I was now on my feet, pacing, crying, being hysterical.
“I just want to make you happy, like Rocco did...” He said and put his hand on my heart. “I’m sorry for making you feel uncomfortable,”
He grabbed the envelope he had brought with him and headed towards the door. He always found a way to make me feel guilty, but this time I was the culprit. I grabbed his arm, and we both sat down.
“I’m sorry. I just can’t do this now,” I confessed and wiped my tears.
“I can’t be without you much longer.” he said, his hazel green eyes staring into mine.
I didn’t know what to say, my eyes shifted to the ground sheepishly. He placed his hand under my chin and gently lifted my head,
‘I-I need to tell you something,’ he stuttered.
I waited for him to speak as he hunted for words to say.
“Before he got on the plane...he told me he wasn’t coming back,”
“What?” I didn’t make sense to me, “what, what are you saying?” My heart burned with anger as the thought of someone killing Rocco entered my mind.
“No...he just had that feeling,” Brett opened the envelope and took out a note.
He placed it in my hand.
“He wrote this for you the night before he left, he wrote me one too telling me he knew that he was going to die.”Brett said.
I didn’t want to open the note, it would just leave me with more questions and no answers.
“I thought he had gone mad, but when I heard about the plane crash..” his words faded as I began to read the letter I had refused to open:
I’m sorry. I never wanted to leave you this way. I will always love you -Rocco
Tears flowed down my face as I keep staring at the letter.
“How could he say that?” I cried as I looked up at Brett. “He said we were spend our lives together!”
“Alexa, he thinks we’re good for each other. That's what he feels is right,” he tried to grab my hands but I moved away. I calmed myself down and collected myself before I spoke again. Even if I had wanted to forget Rocco, there was no possible way too. Now knowing that he had fought with me to save my life, I could never live with the fact that he was gone.
“What about what I feel?” I looked him deep in his eyes and picked up his hand unsteadily and placed it on my stomach.
“I’m pregnant.”
