Micah povWeeks later Preparing for Alyssa parents marriage is taking a toll out of me, well out of Alyssa, which affect our relationship and in turn, affect me. Sometimes I wish I could kidnap her and hide her away from her mother who has turned into brideizza.   I don't get the deal, you have being married to this man for eighteen years only to divorce him saying that you no longer feel sparks or whatever silly excuse she gave eleven months ago only to come back three months later and plead with him that she made a mistake and that she still wants to be in his life then get remarried in less than a year of being apart. Too crazy, she didn't apologize to Alyssa and although she was welcomed by her husband... Ex-husband and soon to be husband again and also my parents, Alyssa and I never did welcome her back. Alyssa was hurt by her leaving and Al never forgive someone who hurt her ea

Micah pov.   Even before the doctor came out with the news that Alyssa was gone. I knew that she was gone. I now know what the sharp pain meant. It meant that my soul mate was dead. I have been numb ever since I entered the car, I came out and did everything my family did but my mind was blank...   The doctor came out and her parents rushed to him but he just removed his mask and shook his head. My sweet bratty princess was gone and it was confirmed, that was when the first sob teared out of my throat and I held on tight to my mother, I felt people surrounding me but I could not pay attention to them. I am without my soul mate, my best friend. How would I survive? This is all her mother fault, normally I try not to point fingers and assign blame but I have to this time. It is all her fault, if she had let Alyssa do whatever she wants, we wouldn't even be in this town now. If she had not forced Alyssa to be her maid o

This is the end of our story, our love story. The one that started with the letter I wrote for her, the one that started a year ago but burned as fiercely as a raging inferno. An inferno that was put out too quickly. An inferno that died the day Alyssa died. Now she is being laid to rest but as she is being buried so is my heart. I have finally conquered my anxiety attacks. I no longer feel anything. I am now cold and unfeeling. It scares my family. I can see it in their eyes when they look at me and share a worried look between themselves, I can see it when my siblings try to cheer me up, they don't do what annoy me any longer, the pranks have died with Alyssa. Sometimes I wish we never started dating if that means that she would still be alive. Then I would slap myself and stop assigning blames or 'would haves' because it never change anything. Alyssa is still gone and I cherish every moment we spent together. Every kissed we shared, every look th