Reminders of her are everywhere.

            A girl stumbling as she walks down the sidewalk.  A laugh like bells on Christmas day.  The sweet, sweet scent of freesia in a garden nearby.

            I can’t escape it.

            Everything reminds of her, but it hurts just to think her name.

            Bella.

            I wish I could cry.  It feels like I should be, but the tears don’t come.

            The sky opens up.  Rain gushes down, drenching everything, like it always did there, with her. 

            Rain steps in for the tears.

            I want to just fall to my knees, do something, anything, to end the anguish, but all I could think about was her. 

            I wondered what she was doing.  She was happy, I supposed, dating someone healthy for her, human, someone normal like Mike Newton.  Not that Mike Newton deserved her; not that anyone could ever be worthy of her, but they were better for her than I was. 

            I was miserable, but she didn’t have to be.

            Still, I wondered if she wasn’t happy.  If she wasn’t, I should go back there, make her happy again.  At least go back and see if she was happy…

            No.  I couldn’t go back; I couldn’t give in.  She was happy.  That was what mattered, even if I was miserable, couldn’t escape being miserable.