Chapter 1

Chapter 1

-Will-

 

“Will?” my door opens slightly. It is my mother. “May I come in?”

 

I smirk. Do I have a choice? I grunt my consent and she eases the door open and enters my room cautiously. Everyone walks on eggshells when they’re around me. They act like I’m not strong or something.

 

“I was wondering if I could talk to you, honey?” she asks me.

 

“Sure.” I answer her. She comes over and sits on my bed. She sits at the very edge of my bed and looks like she really wants to run out of the room. I sigh and prepare myself for whatever she may want.

 

“Will. You’ve been up here for a week and a half. You’ve barely eaten anything. You need to come down sooner or later. I can tell you’re getting thinner and you look so tired baby.” She says. All in one breath it seems. She seems anxious. And tense. Very tense.

 

“I’m fine.” I lie. I’m not fine. I am the farthest thing from fine.

 

“Okay, well if you say so. But your father and I would really appreciate if you came down for a family dinner with all of us.”

 

“Whatever. Sounds fine.” Just get out, I think to myself.

 

She smiles, obviously relieved. “Thank you, sweetie.” Then she gets up. She leans over and hugs me carefully and then goes back downstairs. As soon as she leaves I relax.

 

I lean my head back onto my pillows and let my thoughts wander for a bit before dinner. The past week and a half has been the worst of my entire life.

 

Reina Nicole Hewitt, the love of my life, died. Just like that she was gone. She was torn out of my life and my heart and I didn’t have a chance to say goodbye. I didn’t get a say in when she left me. It just happened. And it tears me apart.

 

When she died, my heart was shattered into a million pieces. Without her, nothing meant anything anymore. There’s really no reason for anything anymore. Getting out of bed to go to the bathroom is a huge effort for me. And I can’t pretend it doesn’t hurt me. Because the pain is too deep to hide.

 

I can feel the pain tearing through me. The shards of my heart stab at me constantly. The pain of losing her is like a blade stabbing my stomach over and over again, never stopping. Without Reina, there’s no purpose to me anymore. I waited sixteen years of my life to find her. Not someone like her, but her. Because no one else is Reina. She was one of a kind and she was the most special person to me. And I knew she was the one I would marry someday. At least, I thought I’d marry someday.

 

I lived for her. She was my entire world. When she died, she took everything. I see my family worry for me. But I can’t bring myself to care enough. I’m too immersed in the pain. Whenever somebody asks how I’m doing, I want to punch them. I’d gotten too tired of lying constantly. So I shrug and just pull back deeper into myself. I pointedly ignore them until they finally get the picture and leave.

 

Thinking about all this cuts me in half. I can feel the blade starting to stab again. My eyes water and tears run down my cheeks slowly. I can taste them on my lips and the saltiness reminds me of the way Reina tasted.

 

I curl up in my bed, as tightly as I can and cry. Every time I think I’ve cried myself dry, there are more tears to come. I clamp my eyes shut and draw up her image.

 

I see her. She’s standing there and she’s close to me. I see her beautiful hair, waving and moving delicately around her face. Her eyes sparkle and she smiles at me hugely. I know she’s happy to see me and I smile back with tears in my eyes. She’s the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on. Then, her lips move. I hear her voice clear as day.

 

I love you.

 

Then, a knock on the door dissolves her face immediately. I cry out for her to come back. But I know there’s no use. She’s never coming back.

 

I open my eyes and swipe away the tears, pulling myself together as best I can, and head down to my family dinner.