A pair of green eyes stared longingly at the stone that was engraved with her fiancé’s name. She felt tears stinging the back of her eyes and was mildly surprised that she was still capable of producing tears after the endless nights she spent curling up under the covers and cry.
“Mommy?”
The sound of her child’s voice brought her back to reality. She forced a painful smile on her face to mask the hurt from the innocent child gazing up at her curiously.
“Why mommy cwy?” he inquired upon seeing the wetness on her face.
She scooped up her son and held him close to her chest. “Nothing, baby. Mommy was just thinking,” she answered.
The child raised a chubby hand to wipe his mother’s cheek. “Mommy don’t cwy no more. Dawyl’s here for mommy.”
She smiled again at her son’s concern. He was two years old now and everyday he grew more and more into his father. His chocolate-brown locks that matched those similar brown eyes were the spitting image of Dylan, even the infamous pout. She felt what was left of her heart shattering once again at the thought that he would never get to see his son grow and follow his footsteps.
“Sophia?”
She whirled around at the mention of her name and saw a black figure running towards her. Her eyes squinted against the glaring sunlight trying to figure out the person. The black blur became bigger as the distance between them was shortened and Sophia finally recognized the person.
“Heather?” she inquired in surprised. The woman proceeded to enveloped her in a hug despite the protest of Daryl who was squished in between them.
“Oh my god, Sophie! It’s been what, 10 years since I last saw you!” Heather squealed excitedly. Sophia was forced to fake a laugh for her own sake and returned her glee.
“Yes, I know. The last time I saw you was that picture day in eight grade before you moved,” Sophia spoke softly. Heather laughed wholeheartedly before eyeing the small child hiding his face in Sophia’s arms.
“Well, who’s this little brat?” she questioned jokingly. Sophia’s smile faltered a little but fortunately Heather was too absorbed in pinching Daryl’s chubby cheeks to notice.
“Aren’t you the cutest little boy,” she cooed when Daryl turned his face towards her. Heather suddenly stopped laughing. She studied Daryl from head to toe and emitted and loud gasp.
“Oh my god, he looks just like Dylan! Oh, I never thought you two would end up together,” she giggled. Sophia took in a sharp breath at the mention of Dylan. It had been two years since his death but it still hurt her deeply when the topic of him sprang up.
Heather saw Sophia’s eyes glistening with tears. She suddenly remembered that they were at the cemetery and Sophie was probably still upset over a death.
“Sophie, are you okay, hun? Whom are you here for?” she inquired gently. Sophia brushed away the tears before they could drop and smiled bitterly.
“Dylan.”
Heather’s mouth bobbed open and close but no words were uttered from the extreme shocked.
“You might want to sit down,” Sophia offered.
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