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Derekescalated his vocals along with Bryceâs strumming, singing thechorus that instantly triggered a sense of dĂ©ja vu, the lyricsbeing ones I had seen before.
âYouâre all that Iwant and nothing else.
âIâve fallen hard andwill never get up.
I cannot let go...Iwonât.
Youâre infectious, mylove.â
Oh, my,God. Itâs the song Bryce was writing when weâd first gottentogether. I quickly turned it up and listened in surprise andwonderment. Having Bryceâs declaration immortalised in the form ofa song captured me entirely and left me stunned, but it also warmedmy heart immensely.
When the songfinished, I smiled. Is it naive to believe that Bryce loves meas much as he appears to love me? I shook my head, once againfeeling that I had to pinch myself daily where he was concerned,having believed in the past that a love like ours was a love onlyfound in fairy tales. But I was wrong. He had proved that time andtime again; his devotion for me was evident in everything that hedid.
I pulled outmy phone and typed him a text:
I just listened totrack 4 on your CD.
If anyone isinfectious, itâs u, my luv. - Alexis
I hit send,sighed contentedly then looked out the window, taking in mysurroundings and therefore losing my smile. Itâs amazing how yourheart can play tug-of-war, fighting between happiness one secondand sadness the next then somehow finding that in-between to keepit sane. My heart was currently in that predicament, as the lasttime I was here Iâd had to say good bye to my daughter.
I proceeded toget out of my car, and before I had even locked the door my phonebeeped with a reply:
Itâs how I feel,Hunny. U rule me, entirely.
Where r u? - Bryce
I probablyshouldâve told him where I was going, but he was busy, and Ifigured that if he wanted to come along we could always come backlater in the day.
I typed myresponse:
So everyone keepstelling me.
I think itâs the otherway round though,
U rule me.
Iâm at theHospital...
I wanted a moment tofeel close to Bianca - Alexis.
I hit send andwaited for the reply I knew would come swiftly. It did:
R u alright? -Bryce
I didnât wanthim to worry. I was alright.
Iâm fine.
Thought I would spendsome time in the Garden of Angels.
Iâll see u later, luvu â„ - Alexis
Again, hisreply was instant:
Luv u more - Bryce
I tucked myphone back into my handbag, pulled out a fluffy pink smiley-facedstar Iâd found at the shops and headed to the garden.
It felt quitedifferent from the last time I was here as I stepped out onto thepath and looked at the vivid blue blossoms of the Jacaranda whichformed the centrepiece of the garden. Maybe that was because it wasnow summer, and the garden was awash with colour, sunlight and witha happy aura that only summer could bring.
Slowly, Iwalked along the winding cobble path around the entire garden,taking in the abundance of toys, teddy bears, and brightly colouredwooden staked garden creatures. There were also homemade plaquessituated in amongst the shrubbery, against the trees and proppedalong the edging of the pathâplaques containing babyâs names. Istopped and took the time to read each and every one, acknowledgingall the angels that shared my little girlâs home. It gave me anidea to ask Charlotte to make one for Bianca and bring it with herthe next time we visited as a family.
After readingall the plaques, I sat down on the wooden park bench directlyacross from the spot where we sprinkled Biancaâs ashes and said ourgoodbyes. I had the pink star on my lap and was tenderly strokingit and hugging it as if it could replace the one thing I wanted tohug and caress the mostâmy daughter. As I sat there with my eyesclosed visualising a life with Bianca in it, I felt the seat shiftand a comforting hand rest on my shoulder. I didnât have to open myeyes to see who it was, but I did, because his presence stillsurprised me. He was puffed and slightly glistening, his face alittle pinker than usual.
âThat wasquick,â I said with a smile, as I nestled into his side.
âI didnât wantyou here alone for a second longer,â he said with strained breathas he tightened his grip.
âIâm fine. Ijust needed to be close to her today.â
âWhy didnâtyou tell me?â He sounded a little disappointed.
âYou werebusy, and I just thought Iâd come on my own.â
âIâm never toobusy for you, or Nate and Charli. Remember thatâyou come first.Always.â
I knew hemeant it, but he was still an extremely sought after person in hiswork life, and I didnât want to interfere with that. There weresome things I would have to do on my own, and I was okay with that.I needed my independenceâI liked it.
I looked up athim and noticed him staring at the garden ahead. âI think shewouldâve looked like you,â I said softly.
He scoffed.âMe, too. The force is strong in my family,â he playfullyreplied.
I lovinglyshoved him. âYeah, donât I know it.â
âI think shewouldâve had blonde wavy hair like her mother, my blue eyes, yourbutton nose, and the sweetest little dimples like Charli. Shewouldâve had Lucyâs smarts, Nateâs determination, and yourkindness.â
I was staringat him, tears rolling down my cheeks.
He turned hishead and wiped them away. âNo doubt, she wouldâve sent me to anearly grave,â he smiled sadly.
I giggled. âIknow. I can imagine her having your stubbornness, your drive, andyour âno restraints or restrictionsâ attitude.â I broke free of hisembrace and leaned forward, ready to put the pink star in thegarden. âI guess weâll never know,â I said regretfully.
He grabbed myhand and gently took the star from it, smiling
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