Hey guys! Me and my boyfriend went and saw this at the movies. I cried in the beginning, and then at the end, and I actually yelled at the screen when I saw 9/11 was written on the board and then I clicked with what had happened (I then got strange looks from those around us). I loved the movie, it was another great Nicholas Sparks creation. Even my boyfriend liked it, saying it was his favorite chick flick that I have forced him to come and see with me. Haha. Anyway, I hope you guys like my oneshot. It's okay if you don't, it was thrown together in a matter of twenty minutes!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Remember Me.
I miss him so much.
How can so much death surround just one person? My mother, and then Tyler…My Tyler…
His mother and father have been supportive, his mother swarming around me as though I was her own daughter, offering me their house as an escape from school at any time. I never learned quite what happened between Tyler and his father, but I know how much his father loved him. He only has one child left, Caroline, and he spends every moment he can with her. Caroline is smiling again, for the first time in over a year, although the smiles are tentative and unsure. Her hair has grown back, although it's not as long as it used to. She wears it down, pulled back from her face with a pain-stained bandana that we found amongst Tyler's things.
My dad finally has come around. He knows how much I loved Tyler, and I think he knows I feel the same desolation for loosing Tyler as he did loosing my mother. We both lost someone who meant the world to us. I see him every weekend, and we watch TV in silence, eating a meal that I have prepared for us. He doesn't comment on me wearing shapeless, cigarette smelling shirts of Tyler's that wrap me in his scent and make me feel as though a part of him is still there with me.
Aiden, Aiden who never knows what to say and fumbles awkwardly in the sad silences which stretch through the flat, tries to keep everything alive with music and badly cooked meals. I couldn't bear to leave the apartment, and instead have done it up to my liking—and Aiden's, of course. Tyler's bike still sits in the corner of the lounge. I know Aiden misses Tyler, I see him looking out the window sometimes during the day, and I know that he's wishing things were back to how they once were. There's a photo of him and Tyler on the mantle-piece, they were both drunk and in a pub, with those cheap, pointy, party-hats on, a cigarette hanging from the corner of Tyler's mouth—of course. But they both looked so happy.
And me? How am I doing? My whole body begins to hurt any moment I remember him, which is almost every second of the day. I want to scream and beat my fists against the walls, the ground, people who walk past me with happy expressions. Why do they get to be happy? Why are they allowed to be happy when I feel as though I'm dying inside? Couples walk past, smiles on their faces as though they are sharing a secret. I feel as though my heart is being ripped out, still beating.
But I know that's not what Tyler would have wanted. He would have wanted me to be happy. And that would be easy, except I wake every morning and turn to look beside me, and see an empty pillow. My day usually goes downhill from then onward. But I'm beginning to cope, with his family and friends around me, being an amazing support system, I am beginning to move on. I will never, ever forget Tyler. Even when I die, he will still hold a special place, in the centre of my heart.
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