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Remembering Sunday
He once had called her his, and then she slipped away.
It haunted him for the rest of his short life.
How he'd let her pretend that what they had together was nothing special, how he'd never asked her to admit her love for him.
More than anything, he never forgot the day she left without a trace. Undoubtedly, it was the last day of his life. Of course, in reality he lived on for another 1286 days after that one. But, everyone that was there for those 1286 days will agree, Troy J. Bolton never stood a chance once she was gone. He was condemned to die then as much as any convict sentenced to death row.
The cold reality is very simple, Troy had lost something as necessary a part of survival as oxygen. I was never a believer in the 'I can't live without you' kind of love, but for him it was true.
It was a cool day in autumn when he had waked up the front steps of her tiny apartment, a diamond ring hidden safety in his shirt pocket. She wasn't there. He waited around for three hours to hear a neighbor say she thought that the Montez girl had moved two days earlier. For a long time, he looked for her, but the walls had already crumbled around his fragile heart.
Just a few months passed until he began to drink. Really drink, I mean. The blue-eyed boy drank until his eyes turned grey, until he didn't even have the strength to get off the floor. Lost his job, lost his sanity, always on the brink of being homeless. Eventually, he looses everything because he couldn't let her go. It went on for three and a half years before he decided that there was only one last thing to do.
And, there was only one name on his lips before it all went black.
Of course, this story I've set out to tell isn't perfect. But, it's the only one they had. She never told a soul of the story of her lover, save one. Yes, it wasn't until Gabriella Montez was on her deathbed twenty years later that she told me of their tragedy. The only thing she asked when she was taken from this earth was that she died whispering my father's name. To the end, my mother never stopped hoping that Troy would be waiting for her, young and flawless as she remember, when she got to the other side.