Disclaimer: I do not own any A Walk to Remember characters; I just love them very dearly.
A/N-Sorry I haven't updated in so long. I just moved and I was having trouble getting back into the swing of things after I got my computer back up. But hey, I'm back! Yay!
Dedication: This chapter goes to Jen (Irish Dancing Girl). You are such a strong person; I truly envy your courage. I will not go into detail about why she is all of these things, but she knows why. You are such an amazing writer; I wait eagerly while I wait for your next chapter for Fighting Your Love to be updated. As I write this story and listen to my music (Mandy Moore's Cry), I will think of you and say silent prayers for you. I know I hardly know you, but you are...words are impossible to describe what an amazing person you are. So I will try, you are one of the few people on this world who doesn't ever deserve to have one thing go wrong in their life, even though those are the people that it happens to. Well, someday we'll know why He tests us, until then, you're in my prayers.
Landon and Samantha waited silently on the bench until they heard the radio announcer come back on the radio. They had sat there for what seemed like hours, and now it was to be said. The tone of the announcer's voice was a clear sign that the news he was to tell was not good.
"Today, on July 6th, 1963, President John Fitzgerald Kennedy, has passed," the radio announcer sounded as though he were trying to hold back tears.
Samantha gasped and covered her mouth, how could this happen to them? During all that was going on in their country, at a time like this, when they needed a leader the most, he was killed. Then she thought of his children, and his wife. What are they going through right now? How are they coping with the loss of their father or husband? Samantha's mind spun and she felt as if she were about to fall over and faint. She grabbed onto Landon's shoulder for support and he placed his hand over her hand. They sat in silence for a while, silent tears rolling down their cheeks.
This was a moment that neither Landon nor Samantha would ever forget, and the fact that they were together while it happened was something profound.
After going through something tragic with a certain person, it grows an automatic bond. The fact that the person was with you seems to have created this unspoken alliance, bonding you together for an eternity. That is what happened with Samantha and Landon. Instead of sitting and quietly smiling at each other, they were now constantly in a discussion about politics, or television, or really terrible professors. They became inseparable, they would talk on the phone when they weren't together and when they were together no other person could say anything to one of them. It wasn't romantic, it was just friendship, a deep friendship. One day, about two months after Kennedy was killed, Landon and Samantha were eating lunch together on a small bench on the campus grounds. They had started to talk about couples when they noticed a couple locking lips under a near by tree.
"I think it's disgusting when people kiss in public. They should have enough consideration for everyone else around them. We don't want to see their tongues," said Samantha bitterly.
"I disagree," Landon said smiling at the couple. "If they're in love, why can't they kiss? In public or private, it doesn't really matter. They're really in love. If my wife were alive, I would never let her go a day with out knowing how much I love her."
Samantha had gotten quiet. She had completely forgotten about his wife. She thought more about Landon's words; the less she found the couple gross.
"I hope you don't find this offensive or anything, but why do you hate seeing any kind of couple?" Landon asked.
Samantha acted offended first, as if he had no right to bring up such a topic. Then she thought of the way she always acted, and realized he was right. Tears started to form in her eyes as she realized the way she was. "I was engaged once. His name was Josh Smith. I had known him most of my life, we started fating in middle school and we kept dating in high school. Well, let's say I made some bad choices and when I was in the eleventh grade I became pregnant. But Josh was really supportive. He offered to marry me, and being in the emotional state I was in I accepted. We stayed engaged for a while, and then when I started to show my parents sent me away. I went to a terrible convent. It was dirty, they hardly fed me, and I was in a constant state of depression. Well, when I was seven months pregnant, I had a miscarriage. The nuns told me that it was because I had sinned so much; God decided I didn't deserve a baby. So I came back home, and Josh had gotten engaged to someone else. I finished high school and started to go to a college near home, but everyone at my high school knew what had happened, and so all the new people had found out what had happened to me. So I transferred here." Samantha finished her story with fresh tears in her eyes.
Landon was quiet for a while, watching the wind blow the treetops gently. "I'm so sorry. I could never imagine."
"Just don't mention it to anyone, okay," her tears were rolling down her face, she felt so ashamed. "I can't think of having to go through that again."