Impossible by Arianna Joseph (bearly read books .txt) 📕

was so tired. I grabbed all of his pictures and curled up in a ball holding his pictures.
“Gregory,” I moaned. “Come back” I whispered. “Don’t go, don’t leave me” I murmured “I’m sorry. I love you! I love you, dammit! You can’t leave, not now . . . not ever” I said and left all my worries in the world while I slept.
October 8 2009
When I woke it was by my mom and Lulu shaking me vigorously. I started to cry, “Gregory! Greg! I’m sorry, please!” I shouted.
“Isle. ISLELYNN! Wake up” Lulu’s voice screamed.
“C’mon honey” one last shake woke me up and I sat bolt upright. I looked at my mom and Lulu and looked around. And realized Greg was dead. He was gone.
There would be no more hugs, no more kisses. No more laughs or rereading parts of my books. There would be no green eyes to stare back at me, to laugh at me. To tease me. There would be no Gregory!
“Oh Gregory! Why did you have to leave me?” I moaned, and mom took hold of me. She rubbed my back as I cried so hard I thought I might die.
When I finally calmed down mom started speaking softly. “We’re getting Gregory tomorrow for the burial.” Mom said quietly “the funeral is on Sunday.”
“I’m so sorry” she said again, “This should have never happened, Gregory was an amazing young man. I would have been proud to call him my son-in-law.” She said whisper-soft.
And my tears came again, because this should have never happen. I should have loved him, more, because he was the one who was there, forever and always, and he was . . . mine.

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 4

October 11, 2009, Funeral Home
Islelynn
I looked at the large black coffin in front of me and felt tears come up again. When they found Gregory he was in horrible condition. A large gash on his head. But the thing that hurt me the most was, when they found the ring he was going to give me, in his hand.
Now I held the ring in my hand. Gripping it, wanting, and wishing that he were here instead. But I knew that was impossible, because he can’t come back.
After everyone left I stayed there, the Funeral Home was open till five. So I stayed back. Everyone was gone and so I stood and walked to his coffin. He looked so handsome. I imagined the times when those hands had wrapped around me for a hug, or a kiss, I remembered his lips. Smooth and cool, always loving.
Now he was gone. There was no hint of life now. No laughter in his eyes. They were closed, but I knew they wouldn’t open to tease me, or watch me lovingly. There would be no chocolate brown hair to bury my fingers in.
And this is what hurt the most; to know that he could have been something so much better. To know he was talented but the world would never know that side of him.
So I pulled out his ring. And I looked at him.
“I love you Gregory, I’ll never stop” a tear dropped from my eyes and I wiped them away, I kissed the ring, knowing that it was time to leave Gregory behind, because he’d want that. So I held the ring for a few more moments and then tucked it in his hand.
“Goodbye, my love” I whispered, I looked one more time and finally left him.
For good.
July 17 2010, Orlando, Florida
Devy
It had already been four years now. Four years since I had last seen the girl from Lake Wood Middle School. Four long years, I was so impatient. I had finally gotten her information, finally.
Islelynn Elle Jacks. She lived in Orlando, Florida. She had a sister and a single mom. She was eighteen now, which meant anything could have happened. Anything about her could have changed. She could still be the same girl he had met four years ago, or she could be this totally Devy Bleu fan, who gossiped among her friends that she spent time with Devy Bleu.
But somehow I doubted that. She had never seemed like a girl who would gossip at all. She seemed like a girl who would have abhorred gossip. Especially gossip about him.
But that had been four years ago. That teacher was right. People changed during the years. It fluctuated mostly, but change was what we, human beings, are use to. What was required to persevere.
Now I stand, well I sit, in my limo and watch the house that I was sure Isle lived in. because two times I saw her sitting at her window looking out into the lake and write, I believe, something down.
She may be drawing, I didn’t know. I didn’t know anything about her, only that she disliked me, and again that was four years ago. Four years can do anything to people, especially what happened during those four years, and anything could have happened to Islelynn.
But I knew she was different. She was meant to be different. I never recalled having met a person with a name like hers. She had different written all over her.
Now I walked toward the front door. I was so unsure I was shivering. Shivering! Wouldn’t Boss love to laugh about that? I knew that back in the car, Jimmy, Logan, Jon, and a few others in my band were anxiously watching me. Some guessing this was the wrong house. Others were hoping for a romantic reunion. But if this truly was the girl from four years ago they’d be in for a surprise. I knew I was going to be in for one.
Now I stood directly in front of the door. I knocked twice. I waited.
When she opened the door, I knew. Don’t ask me how, but I knew it was her. “Islelynn Jacks” I breathed, there was no shock, again – surprising, there was no anger, there was only reserved respect, and amusement.
“I’m surprised, Devy Bleu.” She smiled, I thought I saw sadness, but it was held back a little. “I thought you’d never come”
I was up for a new beginning.

EPILOGUE

EPILOGUE

Islelynn Jacks and Devy Bleu became fast friends. Devy found out about Mikaela Rossman and her connection to Isle. Isle finally presented to the world her true identity. Islelynn became well known on different parts of the world. Her books still Best-Seller in New York Times.
She made a new book, was already working on it before Devy came to her. It’s - Gone Forever- a book dedicated in Gregory Cooney’s memory. It was a short story about Isle and Greg’s relationship.
Devy encouraged her, and it became his favorite book. It was known as The Book That Touched the World’s Soul.
Islelynn and Devy became best friends a few years later, and got married. They had two children – Gregory and Victoria (Gregory in memory of him and Victoria – a name Gregory wanted for his daughter) Devy Bleu died at the age of eighty three and Islelynn Bleu died at the age of seventy one.
Islelynn Bleu’s books are still popular and are still being written by an anonymous writer – who today is still unidentified.
Sincerely,
Anonymous

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