Chapter 169: Sort It Out
REAGAN POV
3 weeks later!
The windows slammed against each other as the breeze howled outside. Snow fell in thick waves blanketing the whole world in a heavy silence that contradicted the nature of the storm. The fire in the fireplace struggled to stay lit but was failing against the cold air which seeped through the windows. The fire burned faintly, still trying to alive just like I was while the storm continued to rage on turning the sky grey as though it mourned my Dahlia.
I sat down on her bed wrapped in the duvet she used to cover herself on evenings when it got cold. There was still her scent on it and I held on to it tightly, it became my life support as I held onto it as if it would help to bring back the love of my life who was taken away from me so wrongly.
But I knew, she was gone!
Day after day I sat down in the bedroom, not leaving and not caring about the outside world. Staying inside my bedroom at the main house was just difficult for me. There was no privacy, everyone came in to offer their condolences, telling me how it only gets better with time, trying to get me to leave the house and see my son who was the first heir to house Hawthorne, like I could care about that!
It was just all too much for me, so I left and sought sanctuary in the one place that her memory still remains. It was easier to just sit inside this room and envelope myself in her scent than go outside to sit around people who would counsel me on my grief like they had any idea on how I was feeling.
No one knew, they just assumed they did so they could tell me it gets easier but the truth was that it doesn’t. Every single moment, every single breath I took felt like a hole was carving inside my chest, I was dying every day, slowly and death would be the greatest mercy ever.
Somewhere downstairs, I heard the door to house open followed by heavy footsteps that soon began to make their way into the bedroom. They began to climb up the stairs and I know they were making their way into the bedroom.