This story is different then any other one I have ever written. This is a twist of fate, and something very unexpected. Warning you may not like it (I didn't at first, but felt it was time for a twist)…. Either way please review, thank you.
Everyone was inside of the home. It was raining outside, as if planned. Almost everyone was teary eyed, and very upset. Hardly anyone was talking, and if they where it was in whispers. No one used codenames in fear of upsetting others, instead they called each other by their first names.
They knew that everything was forever changed, and this day in their lives would unfortunately stay with them forever. The wind and rain hit the windows softly. It was early in November, and no one was happy about the days that would follow this. Instead everyone dreaded it. All the Joe's where invited to the funeral, but only some got together afterwards.
No one knew what to say, what to do, or how to act. Some didn't know the full details behind the death, and although they wanted to know, no one knew how to ask. Anyone who was talking had cold conversations, and those who weren't questioned why they where there.
The house they where in was a restored older home, and on the outside was a sign that read, "American Dream Real Estate," and below it read "Sold." It was in a good/ pricy neighborhood, very good for a starter home. Most people would think whoever bought it should be very excited, which they where exactly 1 week, and 3 days ago.
Little did they know, they'd never get the chance to finish unpacking, get the new kitchen table they had been debating on for 5 days, and get that perfect beige sectional they wanted. They'd never get to finish painting the walls in the extra bedrooms, or built the deck in the back that they imagined in their minds. It seemed that all those dreams had been shattered in an instant, and that was so very true. Nothing would ever be the same, life wouldn't be so happy, and the days that would follow this would go by very slow. No one would admit this to that specific person this tragedy effected the most, but they already knew.
That person was upstairs, in the master bedroom, sitting in their walk-in closet, silently crying. They didn't know what to do, and tried to get the energy needed to stop crying, get up, and get through the rest of the day. However, they couldn't find it. No one had ever seen them cry, they were supposed to be strong. In fact during that dreadful day they didn't answer any phone calls, ignored the doorbell, and pretended as though it was all an awful nightmare. The next day changed that, they had to make funeral arrangements, cancel the wedding plans, and dive into an already low savings to pay for all of that. In their eyes their life, was already over, they didn't want to live anymore. If it was up to them, they would end their life right then and there. But one conversation replayed in their head each time the thought came up.
3 Months Earlier, New York:
After hours of showing their love to one another, the happy, engaged couple were lying down signaling to one another. It was mid afternoon, and still a bit sunny out.
I think we should have the wedding here, love.
Really? Why?
Because every girl dreams of getting married in a romantic place, like Niagara Falls.
Whatever you want.
You don't have an opinion?
No, as long as you don't turn into one of those bridezillas, I'm fine.
I wont!
Alright then, we're all good.
I know what our wedding song can be.
Wedding song?
Yes wedding song. How about From This Moment by Shania Twain and that one guy.
Isn't it Brian something?
Yea I think.
Oh. That sounds good.
"We need to have a talk."
About?
She had stopped signaling because of the depth of the conversation she was about to start.
"Well, we just need to be extra careful."
With?
"Our lives. What if something happened to one of us?"
Snake-Eyes stopped for a second. He didn't even think about that. Everyone in his family had died, his sword brother had left without a word, and all he had left was Scarlett.
I wouldn't want to live without you, I couldn't….. I don't think I would.
"Don't say that!"
You don't understand! All my life….. I've lost everything I've ever loved! If I lost you….. Life would serve no purpose!
"What if it was the other way around? Huh, would you want me giving up?"
No.
"Then?"
What?
"Promise me, that you will do whatever it takes to move one, because that's exactly what I'd do. It would be hard, and we will not want to, but……"
I promise. Lets not talk about this anymore.
This often led to other memories, but before they could even think about them, a knock came at the door. Knowing that they had to stop hiding, they got up and reassured the person they were ok, and would be right out.