I admit I never saw it coming. In just seconds my first lover was gone. I remember the car coming at us and how he yelled for me to get ready to be hit…And I remember the hit. The other car smashed head on into us. We never had a chance. When I came too I was in the hospital surrounded by my friends. They all looked so upset and I didn't know why… And I didn't want to know.
"Mackey's dead." I heard Sylia say.
All I know is I burst into tears instantly. Linna and Priss did all they could to comfort me but I was in hysterics. I started screaming "No! No!" at the top of my lungs. A doctor actually had to sedate me to calm me down. I don't remember much of the rest of the day and the next few days are a blur. The next thing I clearly remember was standing at his head stone after the funeral. Sylia and the others waited at the car as I said my final goodbyes to my fiancée. The last thing I said before I walked away was "I love you." I always will love him with all my heart.
"You'll be ok Nene." Linna said putting her hand on my shoulder.
"I know." I said.
But it's been two months now and I'm far from ok. I miss him so damn much; all I can think about is seeing him again. But that will have to wait another eighty years. I'm only twenty years old. But I will see him again, that I know for sure. Sylia is still a little quiet but she is coming around. She tries so hard to hide the pain from us but we know she's hurting. Hell Mackey was her brother. I know how she feels. Priss got married to Leon last week and seems happy. Linna comes by everyday to check on me and see if I need anything. She is one of my best friends and has been very helpful these past few months. She came by last night and brought some fast food with her. She tries so herd to make me smile but I'm just not my old cheerful self. When Mackey died part of me died with him.
"I don't know what to do. He was my life." I said looking at Linna one night.
"Whatever you do, never forget him." She said. "As long as you keep him in your heart he will live on as a part of you."
She has no idea how right she is. Even now I can feel our child growing inside me. I'm just saddened that our child will never know it's father. But I will tell our child all about the wonderful man that our child will never call "Dad".