One Week Girlfriend - By Monica Murphy Page 0,52

She nods again and slowly releases her hold on my hand, her fingers drifting along the length of mine. Chills steal over me at the subtle contact and when I look at her, she's watching me, her lips parted, her eyes wide. So fucking beautiful in her tousled, still sleepy state, it hurts to stare at her for too long.

"Thank you," I whisper. "For saying you'll come with me."

"Thank you for trusting me enough to ask." She licks her lips, leaving a damp sheen on them and I want to kiss her so bad, I ache with it. "That's why I was so mad, Drew. After what happened yesterday, what you and Adele accused me of, it felt like you didn't trust me. And all I've ever been is honest with you."

She's right. I know this. I overreacted. Adele pushed all my buttons and I fell for her tricks. So stupid.

"I shouldn't have listened to Adele." I take a deep breath and let it out. "I'm sorry."

A little smile curls her lips and my heart flutters. "You're forgiven. And just so you know. The guy I was talking to yesterday?"

Now my heart is pounding. "Yeah?"

"It was Owen. My brother."

I feel one hundred times the jackass. Of course, she was talking to her brother. She's worried sick about him most the time. "I shouldn't listen to Adele."

"No, you shouldn't."

"I feel like an asshole."

"Yesterday, you sort of were one." I'm about to say something, but she cuts me off. "Truthfully? I liked seeing all the anger. It means you actually feel, you know?"

I'm quiet. She's right. I can't remember the last time I went off like that. Do I ever go off like that? A fuse had been lit within me and I was unable to contain it.

"I'm going to take a shower." She flicks her chin at me. "You should go. I don't want you to see me. My shirt's practically see-through."

"Fable, I hate to break this to you, but I've already seen you," I remind her, my voice low.

Now it's her turn to remain quiet and with a grin, I stand, heading for the door. "I liked what I saw too," I call over my shoulder.

Her soft laughter follows me all the way down the hall.

Fable

It's so cold outside and gloomy, the sky full of dark, foreboding clouds and that ever-present wind. I pull my coat tight around me, following Drew as we walk through the cemetery. He's taking a windy path through the gravestones and I try my hardest not to look at them, but I can't resist. Some of them are beautiful, with actual pictures on them, heartbreaking messages and even statues.

And flowers. Flowers everywhere, real and fake, bright and cheery, dark and somber. Some are even holiday-themed. I see remnants of Halloween ribbon, plenty of autumnal colors. Rusty reds and oranges and harvest yellows.

I felt better, seeing all the color, the benches that people put out there to actually spend time with the loved ones they've lost. Death is a terrible thing but it's also such a part of life. I don't like thinking about it, our mortal selves.

It's easier to pretend we'll live forever.

"Here it is."

Drew's deep, somber voice made me glance up and I see he's stopped directly in front of a small gravestone that lies close to the ground.

Slowly I approach, stopping just at his side and I let my gaze settle on the words written across the stone:

Vanessa Adele Callahan

Born September 30, 2007

Died November 27, 2010

Forever in our hearts...

There was a little picture of Vanessa in the upper right hand corner. Her hair was dark like Drew's, she has a big smile on her face and her blue eyes twinkled.

She was adorable.

I glance over at Drew and see him staring at her picture, his hands in his jacket's pockets, his expression bleak. Full of sadness. I want to comfort him, want to draw him into my arms and whisper that everything's going to be all right, but I don't feel like it's my place.

Plus, he needs to do this. He told me so on the drive over. He wanted a few moments where he did nothing else but look at her grave and think of her. Talk to her in his mind.

I agreed because who am I to judge on his grievance practices? We all mourn differently. Personally, I wouldn't want to come out here, especially since his sister died at such a young age.

Curiosity crept over me again and I tried to