Virtually yours.

Clinging on to her lost love, Rena finds herself questioning what is real and what isn't. Everything she had ever known was gone in a heartbeat and there was no light at the end of the tunnel. Six months of hell, until she met Sam and Autumn. Rena's story of despair, quickly turns into a story of hope as she works toward fixing everything broken in her life with the help and humorous adventures that she embarks on with Sam and Autumn.


2. Vince.

The Saturday morning sun was peeking through the blinds, making it difficult for Rena to open her eyes.  That and she was suffering what was quite possibly the biggest headache of her life.  She squirmed around a bit trying to fight her mind's urge to wake up. 

"Good morning, sleepy head."  Mikko whispered as he sat a cup of coffee on her night stand.  "Here, I brought you some aleve to help with your pain."

"That bad huh?"  Rena moaned.  She could tell her forehead was swollen, the pain was making opening her right eye difficult.

"Not too bad.  At least it's not black and blue, just a little red and puffy around the brow."

Mikko climbed in bed behind Rena.  Rena turned to face Mikka and wrapped her left leg around his torso. 

"Why do I keep doing this to myself?"  she inquired.

Mikko let out a gentle sigh, and put his hand on Rena's leg.

"Sweetie, you do it because he was your fairy tale.  Everything you ever wanted and usually when something is too good to be true, it's because either a.  it usually is, or b.  it won't last forever."

"If only we hadn't gone out that night.  If only we'd have stayed in and ordered Chinese.  This was my fault."  Rena whispered, as a lone tear rolled down her cheek.

Mikko snarled. 

"Stop that, right now.  You had absolutely no way of knowing.  NONE!  Do you hear  me?  I mean who would have known?"

Six months prior, Rena had convinced Vince to take her dancing.  They went to a different club that normal, for a change of scenery.  Vince hadn't been feeling too well but he loved Rena more than life itself and he wanted to please her.  After a night of dinner, dancing, talking of their future, Rena and Vince decided to walk home.  Vince took Rena down a beautifully lit path toward the wooden bridge that led over the city park.  As they reached the middle of the bridge, Vince turned to Rena and softly put his hand on her cheek.  He gazed into her eyes, as if he was staring at her soul. 

"These have been the best three years of my life.  You are so awesome, I love you Rena Lynn Lemon."  he whispered as he leaned in to kiss her forehead.

Rena grinned and nodded.  The couple proceeded across the bridge making small talk.  Discussing the possibility of moving in together, rescuing a dog, their future together.  As they crossed over the bridge and headed down the path that leads out of the park, a man stepped out from behind a dark corner of a wooded area near the exit.  The man, tall in stature wearing a dark puffy ski jacket and a dark ski mask. 

He didn't ask for money, in fact he didn't say a word, he just stabbed Vince in the chest. 

27 times.

Rena remembered very little after that.  She remembered the man running away into the darkness.  She remembered screaming for help, the lights from the emergency vehicles. She remembered hearing the coroner state that he was gone.  She remembered the funeral, as she had to fly to Arizona where Vincent was from, to attend.  She remembered seeing Vincent's family, his brother and two sisters, standing around the casket hand in hand and crying.  The rest, the little details were all a blur. 

"I'm sorry, Mikko.  I know it's not my fault.  I just wish, he were here."  She sobbed.

Mikko wrapped his arms around Rena and held her, for what seemed like hours as she drifted in and out of sleep and tears.

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