Happiness Needs Healing: Chapter 1
Liam's POV
Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for her but with one exception, I loved her. She choose it herself as she said to me, "There just wasn't enough… That's just it, there really wasn't anything anymore." All I got to say was "Goodbye Danielle." Before she ran off into the sunset, she took everything with her, including my heart. I sighed to myself, Jones Beach concert tomorrow, beach now and there is barely anyone here now!
Thank God!
To the beach!
Amy's POV
I'm dead, I'm dead inside. I stared at the water and hoped he would walk out all happy and healthy, but I saw him dead. I got to hold his cold, dead face in my hands for one last time.
It wasn't until five boys kicked sand in my face I realized I was crying. Suck it up. No need to cry.
"Really?" I asked thoroughly annoyed. I was covered in sand, great!
Four snickered a sorry, but one turned to me and actually said sorry. He was tall, a nice height, beautiful brown hair, and brown eyes that I briefly got lost in.
"Oh dear. I'm so sorry, here let me help you." Then he started to shake off my towel and our eyes met and I could tell by his reaction my eyes and/or face was upset, angry, amazed, or dazed.
"Erm…it's fine?" I sighed
"Hi, I'm Liam," He held his hand out to shake and I surprisingly took it. It's been a while since I willingly touched hands with someone. I've been too caught up on what Ryan's hands felt like, cold and stiff.
"Amy." I replied trying to sound sophisticated and I tried to hold back the tears.
After everything was cleaned, Liam got up and as he was waving a 'Goodbye' to me he tripped over my bag and everything came out.
"God damn it!" I became so angry then. I got my bag and started to but my stuff away and Liam began to help although I didn't need it nor want it. When we finally got everything he got up carefully and started to walk away when he saw one last thing.
"Is this yours also?" Liam asked me politely when he handed me the engagement ring I never got.
I broke down then and there and wasted his time telling him a story he wouldn't want to here. The story on how my boyfriend died.