I wake up to my alarm clock going off, I groan and slam my hand on the alarm before sitting up.

I look around the room, confused as to why everything is on the floor. I look to the side and realize Mary isn't there.

"Mary?" I ask.

I get out of bed and fall to the floor. I look at my leg and remember everything.

Tears start escaping my eyes as I lift myself off the floor, grabbing my crutches and hoisting myself up. I slowly walk out of my room and downstairs.

I haven't eaten in two days which is not healthy so I grab an apple from the fridge and take a bite from it.

I walk into my office and search for a photo when I find one I grab a paper and pen and exit the room.

I sit down at the table and start writing on the piece of paper.

I grab a rose flower from the kitchen and then I walk outside, making sure to lock my house before slowly making my way to my car.

I get into the car and throw my crutches onto the now vacant seat next to me. I start the engine and drive to where Mary rests peacefully.

When I get there, I walk up to Mary's grave and place a red rose onto the rough surface of the stone. After the rose is placed, I set the card on top of it. It holds a treasured picture inside.

Dear Princess,

Remember prom?

I ate ten of those tiny cupcakes and you laughed.

I kissed your cheek and you blushed.

I held your hand and you smiled.

I gave you a ride home and we turned the radio on and the volume up to max.

We danced crazy and laughed together.

I remember telling you that I had feelings for you, and you blushed.

You told me you had feelings for me too...then we drove home in silence.

I love you, my princess, more than you could imagine

I walk away from the grave, tears brimming in my eyes. I lean on my crutches to lift some of the pain in my leg and cry out in anguish. My voice echoes through the graveyard.

"This can't have happened!" I cry. "Mary, you need to come back! I'll take your place! If I could turn back time, I would have sat in your seat!" I sob.

I fall on my knees and cry in my hands as I finish placing the card and flowers on the grave.

I look down at the grave and read Mary Jay Moral, died August 3rd, 2017. Then I read her quote, "Smart people learn from their mistakes, wise people learn from others mistakes."

I lift myself up from the uncomfortable spot and then walk to my car. I use my crutches to help me keep my balance as I climb into the front seat. I throw my crutches in the back, and then I start driving home.

When I get home, I make my way up to my room and debate whether I should take a nap or clean up.

I kneel on the floor picking shards of glass from broken picture frames and placing them in my hands. I grab the trash can from the bathroom and throw the glass away. I pick up a picture of Mary and me and I can't help but cry.

I slowly make my way to my dresser, sobbing as I place the picture on the top of my dresser. I turn around and pick up some baby clothes from the floor and I stuff them in my drawer, tears streaming down my cheeks as I do so.

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Edited ✔

Okay, so I am gonna edit this book and add some new stuff and get rid of some stuff and make the chapters longer than they were before. I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

Votes and comments would be most appreciated