This story carrys on from 'I just wanted that girl to stop crying'. Its kinda sad. R&R!
I still remember most of my 17th year. I remember his cute smile, when
I finally realised I was attracted to him. I remember the end. Oh god I
remember the end. The pain.
I remember most of the middle aswell. But some things I don't remember
so much. Our inside jokes. I know we had them, I just can't remember
them. And his laugh. It's fading now, slowly but it's still fading. I
remember his smell though. It was of ciggarettes, bitter chocolate and
the faintest hint of beer.
I remember that the first time I ever got the guts to ride with him in
his jeep, he went at around 100 mph, but I don't remember where we
stopped for lunch. I remember he had pancakes, and that the table was a
red and white gingam plastic covered. There was only brown sauce in the
condiment holder, the tomato missing.
I miss not knowing the bigger things on our dates. When I get sad I
can't think back to them, I just think about his smile. It makes me
miss him more.
I remember him waiting in line with me when we got our 'M' tattoos on
our temples, showing the world what we were. Why not just brand us?
The one thing I do remember is him protecting me from those thugs at
the train station, picking on us for being mutants. It was one of the
last things he did. The next day...
He was with meeting me. We were ment to meet at the park. He never
turned up. I was mad. He was dying in pain and I was mad at him. Can
you imagine how that felt? When I returned to the mansion, someone
hugged me, I didn't know why or who...then someone told me. Once again
can't remember who, I do remember crying onto Rogues lap. I didn't stop
crying for days, or eat. I only cryed, curled up in my bed, under my
covers and slept. At his funeral all I did was stare at his head stone.
Even once everyone had left, I stayed, not moving. I think after a
while I fell to my knees and slept on the recently packed dirt, because
I remember Pietro gently shaking me awake.
Like I said, I remember most of my 17th year, but its the big things I
don't. People say its the small things that matter but thats a load of
bull. It's the big things that matter. Believe me.
