This is short. I'm not really sure about this one. I wrote it along time ago and after everything that happened this past week, well I just thought it was suitable. No Copyright intended.

The Story of Us

I was always told I'd meet that special boy that would sweep me off my feet. I believed it. I just didn't know how terrorizing it would be.

It had been six months into the relationship that I knew I was in love with him. We met at Stanford both of us studying Pre-law. He came in class late and rushed to the only empty seat, that happened to be next to mine. It started as a harmless friendship but onc e we realized the chemistry behind it, fireworks exploded.

Troy Bolton was his name. He had the most hypnotising blue eyes ever adn a dazzling smile. I would always run my hand through his swooping brunnette bangs. He had a great body from playing basketball for ten years straight. He was so competative, always tried his hardest. Troy Bolton was the man of my dreams.

Our first date had been under the stars. He prepared picnic and arranged a beautiful evening. We danced without music, talked about nothing, and kissed beneath the moonlight. It was perfect, nothing too fancy, too big, just simple. Just the way I wanted it.

Our first Christmas, he took me to meet his family. Troy was an only child so I only had to deal with his parents. They were just as polite and respectful as their son. I never had a real family for Christmas. We never celebrated it, but Troy's parents took me in as their own. I felt at home.

Troy got along with almost everyone. He befriended my best bud's boyfriend. They were unseparable. I loved having them interact with each other so kindly. He was just the guy that everyone loved. He saw the best in people and I admired that.

We were together for three years. It was our anniversary and Troy took me to a nice restaurant. He planned for us to walk through the park and just enjoy each other's company. How I wish we didn't.

We were stationed by the fountain when this old guy came up to us. We were being mugged. He had a gun and I put my hand over my stomach protectively. He was shaking and screaming at us to give him money. Troy tried to reason and was keeping me blocked from the man. I closed my eyes and that's when I heard the gun go off.

Troy nearly knocked me out as I tried to balance him. I was hysterical I couldn't tell what was blood from the tears. My Troy had been shot and it didn't seem like he was breathing. I had no idea what to do. My eyes darted to the old man who was gathering himself and starting to runoff. I couldn't believe this was happening. I stayed by his side until they brought him to the hospital, unable to control my sobs.

When they told us Troy didn't make it, his mother grabbed me and broke down in tears. No one could stop them. The man I loved, cared so much for, was dead. On our anniversary, my heart broke into a million little peices. I never told him goodbye. If only I could have done something. I felt like I was in a dream.

The nurse came out of the room holding a little black box. My tears continued even harder when she said he had it in his jacket. Troy was murdered the night of our anniversary, they never found the man. He died the night I was going to tell him he was going to be a father and the night he was going to propose. I was pregnant, heartbroken, and alone.

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