A Single White Rose
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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,167
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
A Single White Rose
Prologue
March 7, 2006
Orlando’s Point of View
I sometimes forget that she’s gone. I role over in bed to tell her how much I love her to find she’s not there. I often lie awake at night thinking about her and wondering what life would be like if she was still here.
I sit for hours in our daughter’s room just staring at the sleeping one year old. She has her mother’s eyes. Whenever I look into those blue eyes I remember that the love of my life won’t be able to watch her little girl grow up.
She always loved children. Just hearing the word brought a smile to her beautiful face. She used to say she wanted at least a dozen. She was wonderful with them too. They loved her and she loved them.
When I take my daughter out to eat or for a walk I see couples and families and I feel my heart ache. My friends have started to worry about me; asking if I’m all right and telling me that I should start dating again. I just smile and tell them that I’m fine and that I’m not ready yet. I don’t think I will ever be ready.
They don’t understand. They couldn’t understand what it’s like to loose the most important and precious thing in your life. They don’t know what it’s like for the person you love die in your arms.
Exceptionallyn thn the shot was meant you you. I was supposed to die that day. Not her. But the bullet hit her, and it killed her.
I remember the redness of her blood. It was everywhere; over her body, covering my hands, dripping on the cement and already red carpet. I remember how she struggled to breathe. I didn’t notice the screams of the crowds of people or the tears streaming down my face.
I remember how she looked up at me and said that she loved me. Then her eyes were blank and cold. I clutched onto her lifeless body as I cried and asked her not to go and not to leave me.
After her funeral I took to drinking. My daughter stayed with my friends and family for about two months. During the first month I wouldn’t go anywhere that I could even see our house from. I had really lost it.
Eventually I snapped out of it. It was the worst time in my life. The one thing that kept me from killing myself was my four month old baby girl. Now I’m content with remembering the good times……
March 7, 2006
Orlando’s Point of View
I sometimes forget that she’s gone. I role over in bed to tell her how much I love her to find she’s not there. I often lie awake at night thinking about her and wondering what life would be like if she was still here.
I sit for hours in our daughter’s room just staring at the sleeping one year old. She has her mother’s eyes. Whenever I look into those blue eyes I remember that the love of my life won’t be able to watch her little girl grow up.
She always loved children. Just hearing the word brought a smile to her beautiful face. She used to say she wanted at least a dozen. She was wonderful with them too. They loved her and she loved them.
When I take my daughter out to eat or for a walk I see couples and families and I feel my heart ache. My friends have started to worry about me; asking if I’m all right and telling me that I should start dating again. I just smile and tell them that I’m fine and that I’m not ready yet. I don’t think I will ever be ready.
They don’t understand. They couldn’t understand what it’s like to loose the most important and precious thing in your life. They don’t know what it’s like for the person you love die in your arms.
Exceptionallyn thn the shot was meant you you. I was supposed to die that day. Not her. But the bullet hit her, and it killed her.
I remember the redness of her blood. It was everywhere; over her body, covering my hands, dripping on the cement and already red carpet. I remember how she struggled to breathe. I didn’t notice the screams of the crowds of people or the tears streaming down my face.
I remember how she looked up at me and said that she loved me. Then her eyes were blank and cold. I clutched onto her lifeless body as I cried and asked her not to go and not to leave me.
After her funeral I took to drinking. My daughter stayed with my friends and family for about two months. During the first month I wouldn’t go anywhere that I could even see our house from. I had really lost it.
Eventually I snapped out of it. It was the worst time in my life. The one thing that kept me from killing myself was my four month old baby girl. Now I’m content with remembering the good times……