Prologue

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He sat there alone on that day, which was very unusual. Declan Delsado was never alone. He was always with the one whom he loved. But that day he sat alone in his black suite, a white rose in his breast pocket, and a silent tear running down his cheek. In front of him a fresh mount of gravel, and surrounding him an eternal amount of tombstones. Declan was experiencing the day that he never prayed would come. The day that he was parted with the one whom he loved more than life.

The funeral had been over hours ago, but he refused to leave the side of his love. His best friend Renèa had been sitting with him and comforting him not long before, but she had to go home. So there he sat all alone, flower in pocket and tears running silently down his face. He was still sitting there as the sun went down and the moon threw its rays down upon him and the grave, and the tears that lay by his feet.

When Declan arrived home in the early mornings of the day, he was in a state of comatose, where he did not care about the world around him and did not acknowledge anything in anyway. Going into his bedroom, he found a big brown envelope with a pink note on top of it. It was from the only other person who had access to get into the house – Renèa

Declan slowly opened the packet and looked inside. Even though he knew what he was going to find, it still hit him like a ton of bricks, and the tears ran in twin streams down his face, like it was never intended to stop.

Declan found himself falling asleep, tears still falling shamelessly down his face. Clutching the bag of Sky’s possessions in his arms, as if holding on to the memories that were so vivid and clear in this mind.

To Be Continued...