Felicity

Felicity ripped the rose out of Weston's hand. She didn't mean to do it so harshly. It wasn't his fault Julian was dead but the anger building up inside her took over. Who would have this and place it by her truck? Why are they purposely hurting her?

She began to cry as she clung the dead flower to her chest. Her lungs felt heavy as she struggled to find breath.

"Felicity? Talk to me." But it was too late. Everything went dark. It felt too familiar. Just like the ...