A what if? story about if Q had a girlfriend and died in a car crash instead of being shot based of a poem that I wrote when I was bored.
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I remember a life before this. Before the pain. Before he was gone. I couldn't imagine a life without him back then, but, I didn't want to. It was too unbearable. But that's love, isn't it? Love is unbearable, but love isn't love without the pain. How would we appreciate the good if there was no bad to compare it to? I remember the midnight kisses, as we'd sit under the stars. I remember the whispered conversations every morning. The whispers were by choice, we never wanted to full disturb the peace of dawn. I remember his hand in mine as we'd walk along the sand, making plans and dreaming about our future. I remember the days when our hearts beat as one.
I remember the waterfall of glass as it rained from the sky. If I hadn't of been so scared, I would've been almost... beautiful. The setting sun reflecting off of each shard of glass, each making it's own mini rainbow. I remember the screech of the tyres as we lost control; spinning round and round. I remember the scream of the brakes as he tried desperately to stop; they mixed with my own screams of terror. They weren't for me; my own life didn't matter to me as much as his. As we both saw the tree approaching, we looked each other in the eyes, one last time. The mouthed 'I love you's never quite leaving our lips.
I remember his funeral; the day of black. It didn't seem right; wearing black. Black just didn't suit anything that he stood for. He was so full of life and colour. The one colour was blue. His team's colour. Except his team was missing one person. Him. I watched as his brother took his place and it was like he belonged there. Like a piece of his brother lived him. I remember the tears that fell, not only from my eyes, but from nearly every eye in that place. I stayed until everyone was gone. His mother knew that I needed this time to properly say goodbye. I laid down a single rose. A single red rose among a sea of white. I remember the words that I whispered. I knew that he couldn't really hear me, but I wished and I hoped with all my heart that somehow, he would know. 'I love you'
It wasn't supposed to be like this. Any of it. We were supposed to have a future together; a forever. But all of that, is now nothing but a dream. Because he's gone.
As the car skidded to a stop;
He was gone.
As my heart shattered into a million pieces;
He was gone.
As I remember him;
He's gone.
She remembers,
The way they used to be.
The midnight kisses.
The morning whispers.
His hand in hers.
They're hearts as one.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
They were supposed to have a future,
A forever.
But he's gone.
As the car skidded to a stop,
He was gone.
She remembers,
The waterfall of glass,
Raining form the sky.
The screech of the tyres.
The scream of the brakes.
The last goodbye.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
They were supposed to have a future,
A forever,
But he's gone.
As her heart broke in two,
He was gone.
She remembers,
The day of black.
The tears that fell.
The words spoken.
And those left unsaid.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
They were supposed to have a future,
A forever,
But he's gone.
As she remembers,
He's gone.