Simple Perfection

happened. You can hate her but try to remind yourself of the pain she has to be going through. And that Jace loved her more than he loved himself.”
    Woods didn’t say anything; he just sat there, letting me hold his hand while he stared out the window.

    Everyone in Rosemary was at the funeral. There were more people there than I’d ever seen at any event in town. Bethy was lifeless. Her face was pale and her cheeks were hollowed. She stood beside her aunt Darla and a man I assumed was her father. Jace’s parents I had seen a few times at the club. His mother’s eyes were red and swollen as she clung to his father’s arm. Tripp stood to the side of them. He was dressed in a dark suit. You couldn’t see his tattoos and he looked nothing like a biker bartender but more like the Ivy League graduate that he would have been if he hadn’t run from his parents’ plans for him.
    Woods held on to my hand like it was his lifeline. He hadn’t let it go since we arrived. Rush also held Blaire’s hand just as tightly. Nate wasn’t with them today.
    Grant stood on the other side of Rush, his hands tucked in his front pockets and his face pinched in a permanent frown. It looked like he was trying not to cry.
    The others were there, too, but I couldn’t see them from where we were standing.
    Each one of them had had an impact on the others’ lives.
    They all had stories.
    They had all loved, and many had lost.
    They had expected to grow up and become adults together. Get married and let their kids play together.
    They’d planned on being the next generation in Rosemary.
    What they hadn’t planned on was losing one of their own. Losing a member of their tight group. They hadn’t seen their future minus one. Death hadn’t touched them before. Not like this. Not one of them.
    Everything was about to change.

Bethy
    M y entire life I had loved the sound of the waves. The natural beauty of the gulf. I was proud to live in such a special place.
    But that had all changed.
    The crashing waves were cruel. It had been two weeks since the water had taken Jace from me. Two weeks since I cheated death and it had taken the man I loved instead.
    “It should have been me,” I screamed at the water. I wanted it to know it had messed up and taken the wrong life.
    “He wouldn’t have agreed with you.”
    I didn’t want to hear that voice. Not now. Not now that Jace was gone. I wanted him to go away.
    “No one should have died, Bethy. And Jace made sure it wasn’t you. It wasn’t the water who took the wrong person. Jace made that decision.” I wanted to cover my ears like a child and scream at him to go away. I didn’t want him here. Why was he still here? He knew it was my fault. He knew this was all my fault, yet he didn’t look at me with hate in his eyes the way Woods did.
    “Go away,” I said without looking back at him.
    “I’m not leaving again.”
    Those were not words I wanted to hear right now. Maybe five years ago I would have loved to have heard Tripp Newark tell me he was staying in Rosemary, but not now. Any and all feelings I had for Tripp had died the day I walked out of the abortion clinic Aunt Darla had taken me to, with an ache in my chest where my heart used to be.
    “You can do what you want. Just stay away from me,” I snapped, finally turning my angry glare on him. He was still just as beautiful as he had been when I was sixteen and stupid. He had said pretty words and I had believed him.
    “I will for now. But I’ve been running for five years, Bethy.”
    It wasn’t my fault he had been running. He had left me without an explanation or apology. He hadn’t answered my phone calls. Nothing. Not even the message I’d left him after I had killed our baby. I had been devastated. He hadn’t even called me back then.
    “ I loved him! ” I yelled, and pointed my finger at Tripp. “ I loved Jace! It was real ! Damn you! It was real. Don’t come to me and tell me you’re coming back. Don’t tell me you’re tired of running. I don’t give a motherfucking shit! I loved him.” My angry screams had turned to sobs, but I didn’t care. He’d asked for this. He should have stayed away from me.
    “I loved him,” I said one more time before turning to walk away.
    “I loved him, too. He was like my brother. He was everything I wasn’t. He was good. He was honest. He was strong. He deserved you.”
    I stopped and let the pain slice through me. He’s gone. How could he be gone?
    “I’m