The Finding: Part Three
Read Part One and Part Two here.
Every time I closed my hazel eyes, I saw Ian’s lifeless body dangling upside down in the passenger seat. Then I would remember the horrific smell of his internal organs decomposing, and my stomach would churn.
“I wish it was me. I was the one driving. He didn’t deserve this!” I sigh as I try not to puke each time.
The guilt and sadness tore me apart ever since I woke up in the hospital.
“Thank God you’re alive. I was about to lose it on everybody,” my fiance Calvin said under his mask. “It was twenty-four hours until they saved you from the cliff.”
“I… Ian… He’s gone,” I trembled as it all rushed back. “Oh, God… It’s my fault… Ms. Linda and Rae are going to hate me…”
I burst into tears and buried my face in my palms. Calvin embraced me right away.
“Nobody is blaming you,” he calmed me. “Ms. Linda just came by and brought those flowers a couple of hours ago.”
I sobbed hard as I looked over and saw a beautiful bouquet of sunflowers.
“You will forever and always be my favorite sunflower,” Ian’s voice ran through my head.
Calvin continued to soothe me by caressing me and giving me sweet forehead kisses. “She isn’t currently blaming you. She has been worried about you, just like we all have been.”
“Sh… She should be… I looked away,” Savannah kept shaking her head. “A truck was coming…”
Present day…
The mirror kept vibrating in the desk drawer when Calvin disappeared.
“Seriously?!” I banged on the desk before opening the drawer. “I am about to throw you out the window!”
“Before you do so, there is something I want you to see. It might help wash away the traumatic memories,” my content self said.
She vanished, and the mirror displayed the day Ian and I stopped by the beach after registering for our last set of college classes.
“I can’t believe we are finally at the end.” I exhaled as I sat down.
“I can’t believe I kept the same major.” Ian chuckled, sitting next to me. “Lord bless my soul.”
The waves were crashing in beautifully and slowly.
“Haha. You’re going to be a great history teacher.” I patted his back.
“And you’re going to be a better therapist. If you can handle my crazy ass, you can handle anybody.” He winked.
“You’re crazy, but the best people usually are.” I smiled.
“Thanks, Sunflower.” he grinned and put his arm around my shoulders. “I might get most things wrong, but I got one thing right.. Glad I have a friend like you.”
I sunk to my knees and threw the mirror.
