Chapter One;
Say It Again?
"To the extraordinary KB"
I didn't know how to handle it the first few days. I stayed home from work, called Laney a couple times. I didn't know what else I could really do, after all. He was actually just… gone. I can still remember it so clearly. That night had been the best night before he died.
I was sitting at my own house, with nothing to do until Aaron called. I had been at home, missing him. He said he wanted to go do something with me again, just like last week. But instead of going to see a movie like last week, we were going to go see something else. And he wouldn't tell me what. So I just went along with him, because as much as I hate surprises, I was going for him. When we were in the car, we just sat in silence, enjoying that the other was there. We occasionally glanced at each other and smiled, with our heart in our smiles. We knew what the other's smile meant. It was the smile only he could get from me, and he gave me the one that I only saw when we were together. Just a heartfelt smile. We ended up at a park, out in the evening. Watching the sunset, just laying together, kissing sometimes, talking the rest… I had been lonely, from my mother being gone, until him. Until he had come into my life. We just… clicked. We clicked, like the magic perfect couple.
While he was driving me home, we didn't even see it coming. He drove us into the middle of the intersection and another car hit us, striking so hard against his side of the car. It wasn't long before an ambulance came and carried him and I off, both unconscious. I woke up later, but he didn't. He wasn't even in coma, he was just dead. Even with medical attention, the car was going at 90 miles per hour, for who knows why. But I didn't even care about all that. What I care about was that he was gone. I really thought that one day, we would get married. He would propose at the perfect moment, and our wedding would be spectacular. I could still see my clear vision of what it would look like.
Laney would be my made of honor, with few other bridesmaids.—I mostly kept to myself, but when I did get along with people, I planned on keeping them for a while.—I would have a white dress, but not the typical ballroom gown. I didn't want to be Cinderella; I just wanted to be treated like her. I would've worn something plain, but elegant. I'm not the big poufy gown type. And the wedding colors would have been a baby blue type, but a little darker, and a spring yellow. Our colors. The very ones we were wearing when we first met.
I was really going to miss him.
A/N: Okayy, first start on the story, what do you think? I kinda say it's a little dark… But we'll see how it turns o .O Review, review, review! I needa know what can make this story better.