By: Fly1213
Revised by: DragonFlyies
Nina was looking at her past. Well, not quite literally, but she was shuffling through old pictures. She found a picture of her mom holding her in the hospital the day she was born, one of her on her first bike, her freshman year school picture, one of her with her friends from Anubis House, and one last year of her and Fabian. She smiled at the last two. They were the happiest days she'd ever had. She hadn't contacted any of her friends from Anubis House, aside from Fabian, for almost five years. The last picture was taken shortly before Fabian had become famous.
Fabian had always played the guitar. Not always so well, but he had. In the past five years, he had taken it much more seriously than before. He and some of his new American friends had formed a band. He had met them when he came to live with Nina a year ago. They had decided they were too serious to only see each other a couple times a year, so he moved to America. Soon after, he and his band had been discovered at a local gig last year, and became instant stars! He was the lead guitar player, of course. He and Nina were still dating, but if it had been hard to be alone at Anubis House, it was ten times harder now. Girls threw themselves at him every night, and sometimes he didn't resist all too much. Nina was starting to lose faith. She never saw him and he was planning a world tour! Where did she fit into the picture? Plus she had been scrutinized by the press endlessly. They always pointed out her flaws.
She went out to get the mail. She flipped through the bills and ads and had found a letter from Hollywood. She saw it was from Fabian and quickly opened it up. She read the message:
Dear Nina,
Don't you worry your pretty little mind, People throw rocks at things that shine, and life makes love look hard, The stakes are high, The water's rough, But this love is ours.
I love you so much, and I want you to know that I think about you every single day. Even if I meet ten thousand beautiful girls, you will always be the one I love. The only one I love. If the press says anything about us, let's not even read it, because we know they're wrong. I hope I can come home soon, but the record label isn't so generous. I love and miss you. Oh, and one more thing. Nina Martin, would you like to marry me?
With love from all my heart and soul,
Fabian
Nina slapped a hand over her mouth. Her heart almost stopped as a diamond ring fell out of the envelope. Tears of pure happiness threated to fill her eyes when she bent down to pick up the ring. She put it on and stared at the right on her figure for a min in shock.
"Yes," she whispered to herself. Not wanting to wait to speak to him another min, she ran inside the get the phone. She tried to call him. He didn't answer. She turned on the TV to try and calm herself down. But when she turned it on, a nightmare awaited her.
It was the news. The reporter was speaking in front of a picture of Fabian. The picture changed to a horrendous car crash. Tears, that just a few minutes ago had been tears of joy, were now tears of despair.
"This just in, just an hour ago, the lead guitarist for the band Golden Hearts was in a fatal car accident. A semi crashed into his limo. The legend-to-be is now dead."
As were Nina's dreams of the life they could've had. "This love is ours." She believed it for the rest of her life. She never took off the ring she received, and was never with another soul, for that day, she realized that the love was theirs.