Moving was a terrible idea. I should have thought more about it.
Now I am alone in a new house. A house filled with dreams and hopes for a future that will never come. We bought these stupid rockers after the wedding. We were going to sit on the front porch 50 years from now and be that cute little old couple.
At least I have my plants. I spend hours in my greenhouse with them. I talk to them. They don’t say much and they listen really well. I like my plants.
Sometimes I sit with Victor. I made him a room off the master bedroom. He never talks but I keep him company. It’s nice having him so close.
Did I mention my plants? They are becoming really great friends. I tried to find that puppy that visited me the night Vic died. You know…in case it was Victor trying to tell me something that night. The dog vanished just like Victor. If I see him again I’m adopting him. I know it’s Victor.
After caring for my friends the plants I came back inside to find the fireplace has started a fire. Luckily I was able to put it out before it spread. I was more concerned about our wedding picture than I was the house but at least I saved it all.