A/N: nobODY DIES IN THIS StoRY! I SWeaR!
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Tattooed Heart
1,486 Days Before
In the beginning of summer he brought her down to Florida.
During the drive, she hung over the side of his Impala Covertible, running her hands along the glossy, red paint. She sang aloud to the classic rock his dad had stored in the glove box, because this was the car he stole from his dad. She told him about how her dad used to burn her CDs of his favorite rock songs, and how she still knows the lyrics.
Her blond hair was knotted, and wind-blown, and her cheeks were bright red from the chill, but she didn't care, and he didn't think he'd ever seen her more beautiful. More free.
She named the clouds in the sky, and taught him about the other kinds, and he latched on to every word, because her voice was soft and interesting even if the topic was boring.
When they arrived at a house his mother bought long before the divorce, and they could hear every crash the waves outback made. The sun was setting, so they abandoned the idea of unpacking and he chased her up and down the beach while the sun went lower and lower with every handful of tossed sand.
They collasped on the bare mattress after running inside after the sky got dark, and their bodies were covered with sand. They had no blankets, but he promised to keep her warm, and he fell asleep to sound of soft breaths and the scent of salt water.
1,482 Days Before
He was awoken with a kiss and a cup of coffee each morning, because she always had a habit to get up at seven in the morning.
They spent each day on the beach, eating their meals on the patio outback, and the rest of the time by the water. They told eachother stories, and he would always drag her out to the water by throwing her over his shoulder. She squealed in protest everytime, but loved the thrill of the freezing water on her skin and the tingle that always went through her when she was in his arms.
They once tried to play with a Frisbee, but the wind once picked up a throw and sent in straight through the living room's window, which stopped the game right away, and left them laughing, and leaving it broken.
1,480 Days Before
On the last night he tried to cook her dinner, which ended up a box of delieverd pizza from town. They ate it on the beach, with sand between their toes.
He asked her to dance, without music, to which she happily took his outstretched hand and he pulled her up to standing position. They swayed to the sound of the waves, and the beating of their hearts.
He told her in a beautiful, silent moment that he loved her.
And as her eyes were wide, she pulled his face down to hers with her hands cupping his face, and kissed him hard,
whispering over and over against his lips: "I love you, I love you, I love you."
They fell into the sand, and their clothes were flung onto the ground around them, and they fit together like puzzle pieces.
And when they rose from the ground, covered deeply in sand, they ran inside with huge grins on their faces, and their hands intertwined, just to do it all over again.
989 Days Before
She stood infront of the mirror, with a smiling Christina off to the side.
She wore a long dress of shimmering, dark red, and her hair was professionaly-done-looking, with her hair in a updo of her natural blond curls.
She'd never been to prom, she skipped out last year when he got sick with the flu, and she volunterred to take care of him when he insisted for her to go.
But you know about how she doesn't listen to people very well.
So when Christina wiggled into her yellow dress, they made their way down the glossy, wooden stair case in Christina's house, where their dates awaited with wide eyes. Christina giggled, and she blushed red and looked down at her feet so she wouldn't trip.
When she got to him, she fell into his soft, strong arms, and he forced her chin up to look into his blue eyes.
He mouthed the word: "Beautiful." and gave her soft, long kiss on the lips before they got interrupted by someone clearing their throat.
After taking silly photos, they hopped into their cars and drove off towards their high school. She changed her heels into sneakers in the passenger seat of his car, and made sure her dress covered the tops of them when she got out of the car.
He conversed with some of his friends but never too long to seem like the douche who took a date to prom and ignored them. So when he said goodbye to his friends with a man handshake, he led her to the far, dark corner of the gym, and held her in his arms, spinning her around and smiling when he saw her sneakers peaking out from underneath her rising dress when she spun.
"Music this time." He whispered to her and held her close as a slow song began to play from the speakers. She looked up at him through the dark, and kissed him slowly.
She kissed him slowly when the song stopped, and the microphone screeched and someone announced the Prom's king and queen. She kissed him slowly when she toke too much vodka in her punch.
She drew a heart on his palm with a sharpie, and marked her first inital inside the heart, and kissed him on the check while he gave her a loving smile. She gulped the rest of her vodka punch when he said that he would take her home before she got totally wasted.
When he pulled up to her house just after midnight, she dragged him quietly inside the house, past her sleeping parent's bedroom, and into hers. She coaxed him to lay with her for awhile, and he fell asleep holding her.
887 Days Before
On his 18th birthday he rushed to her house for a surpirse.
She opened door, and even though she wasn't expecting him, pulled him right in with a happy kiss.
After greeting her parents, he pulled her to her bedroom and showed the marking on his palm.
An outline of a heart with an initial inside stood out on his hand with raised black lines, and an angry red surronded it.
After running a finger gently over the tattoo, and replacing the bandage, she badgered him about how this was permenant and how it must have hurt like a bitch.
He replied with: "Even if we move on away from eachother, you will still be apart of my heart, and my first and only love."
She thought it was endearing, and crawled into his arms and kissed his sore hand. She continued to say the same thing over and over again,
"I love you, I love you, I love you."
and he would never get sick of it.
The Day
On her 18th birthday she rushed to the hospital.
She found him lying in a bed with eyes closed and bruises all over him. She whispered the same thing, "Jesus Christ, don't you dare die on me!"
She sat next to him on the bed, and took his cold, limp hand hoping for some sign of life in him, except for the flutter of his eyelashes, and his heart monitor beeped a steady rhythm.
She cried with tears streaming down her face and falling onto the sheets, and clutched his hand desperately while running a finger over the outline of a heart and letter.
"I love you, I love you, I love you."
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~M