Yellow daffodils were Rebecca’s favorite flower, but she smelled of hyacinths and sage. Whenever she’d come to visit and whenever she chose to go, her scent followed her like a wedding veil.
Ambrose stayed out of her way, but he watched her. He longed for a look from her. A word. Even just a simple hello.
But she never saw him. She never noticed the look in his eyes. Never heard the sound of his voice.
And there was nothing he could do about it.
Until the day her sister died.
The day of the funeral, Rebecca wasn’t there. She refused to come. She stayed safely home.
Ambrose was sent to talk her into joining the mourning party. He was a mess of nerves all tied up in electric knots. Uncertain as to what he would say. Uncertain as to what she would do.
She did the unexpected.
She didn’t ignore him. She spoke to him. She wanted him….until everything was said and done.
Then, she didn’t want him anymore.
“I don’t understand. Why aren’t I good enough for her? Why doesn’t she want me? Why doesn’t she love me?”
“I love her. I want her. Why does it hurt so much? Why can’t she love me? What did I do wrong? Why won’t she tell me?”
“I want this pain to stop. I want it to end. I want it to go away. Why doesn’t she love me?”
“She’s so happy and she’s moving on without me. Why? What did I do wrong? Why doesn’t she want me? Why is she so happy without me? How can she move on so easily without me? Did I ever mean anything to her?”
“After what I did with her, why doesn’t she love me?”
Ambrose found love with another.
“You make me happy. I love you so. I love knowing you love me too.”
“Even though I know I’m not good enough, you say I am good enough. I love you too.”
“There is no pain anymore. Rebecca is gone. My fears are no more, because I know you won’t reject me. I love you so, my love.”
“I love you so.”