The public doesn't really know what happened. We told them about that... death, but no one of them knows who it is. Most of the people think it was a relative. Some of the fans recognized that she's not there anymore but then they guessed wrong; they thought she left me. Since they don't want to see me heartbroken they sent her death threats. That's not necessary anymore. Their wishes came true...
But I also saw some fans who wondered if she could be the one who left. I saw their tweets and their conversations and I saw how they hoped it wasn't true because they recognized what she means to me.
A teardrop rolls down from the corner of my eye to my cheek. I thought none of them were left.
I kneel down in front of her just look at her for a while. The snow looks like a white hat. I sigh and grab my bag, in which I have something for her. One of her boots, that she left at our house when she left that day. I sigh and place it in front of her. I just added some extras. There are sweets, oranges and fir branches in that shoe. It's perfectly clean, except of those little with snowflakes on it, because it started snowing.
There are also some small charms, for her bracelet, in there. An canadian flag, a four-leaf clover, and keys, because she told me she loves keys. There are three of them, all nicely shaped. I know she already had keys on her bracelet but I added a little lock and each one of the keys go in. I know she said she thinks it's useless if they don't go in.
Yes, you guessed it right; the day when she decided to leave(which sadly has two meanings in this case) was St. Nicholas Day. And even though it didn't seem like this, because I was still pretty drunk that day. I did prepair something for that day for her, and that's exactly what's in front of her right now. Who knew it would be this way when I give it to her?
I placed the boot in front of her door the night before, and before I left to go to that club, but she probably didn't recognize it. I breathe deeply and get up again. My knees are cold and wet because of the snow on the ground. And I'm actually freezing because I forgot about the fact that it's winter and that it's actually cold. So I wrap my arms around my body and leave that place. I leave her.
And as soon as I leave the paparazzi of course try to get even better pictures and ask me questions. I don't answer any of them and my face probably looks totally emotionless. I know they will go to her after I left anyway. They need their pictures and I do understand that, kind of. But they can't because there's another fence around that part of the place. They'll have to zoom in a lot.
<--- 3rd chap
5th chap --->
But I also saw some fans who wondered if she could be the one who left. I saw their tweets and their conversations and I saw how they hoped it wasn't true because they recognized what she means to me.
A teardrop rolls down from the corner of my eye to my cheek. I thought none of them were left.
I kneel down in front of her just look at her for a while. The snow looks like a white hat. I sigh and grab my bag, in which I have something for her. One of her boots, that she left at our house when she left that day. I sigh and place it in front of her. I just added some extras. There are sweets, oranges and fir branches in that shoe. It's perfectly clean, except of those little with snowflakes on it, because it started snowing.
There are also some small charms, for her bracelet, in there. An canadian flag, a four-leaf clover, and keys, because she told me she loves keys. There are three of them, all nicely shaped. I know she already had keys on her bracelet but I added a little lock and each one of the keys go in. I know she said she thinks it's useless if they don't go in.
Yes, you guessed it right; the day when she decided to leave(which sadly has two meanings in this case) was St. Nicholas Day. And even though it didn't seem like this, because I was still pretty drunk that day. I did prepair something for that day for her, and that's exactly what's in front of her right now. Who knew it would be this way when I give it to her?
I placed the boot in front of her door the night before, and before I left to go to that club, but she probably didn't recognize it. I breathe deeply and get up again. My knees are cold and wet because of the snow on the ground. And I'm actually freezing because I forgot about the fact that it's winter and that it's actually cold. So I wrap my arms around my body and leave that place. I leave her.
And as soon as I leave the paparazzi of course try to get even better pictures and ask me questions. I don't answer any of them and my face probably looks totally emotionless. I know they will go to her after I left anyway. They need their pictures and I do understand that, kind of. But they can't because there's another fence around that part of the place. They'll have to zoom in a lot.
<--- 3rd chap
5th chap --->