This story carrys on from 'I just wanted that girl to stop crying'. Its kinda sad. R&R!

I still remember most of my 17th year. I remember his cute smile, when I finally realised I was attracted to him. I remember the end. Oh god I remember the end. The pain.
I remember most of the middle aswell. But some things I don't remember so much. Our inside jokes. I know we had them, I just can't remember them. And his laugh. It's fading now, slowly but it's still fading. I remember his smell though. It was of ciggarettes, bitter chocolate and the faintest hint of beer.
I remember that the first time I ever got the guts to ride with him in his jeep, he went at around 100 mph, but I don't remember where we stopped for lunch. I remember he had pancakes, and that the table was a red and white gingam plastic covered. There was only brown sauce in the condiment holder, the tomato missing.
I miss not knowing the bigger things on our dates. When I get sad I can't think back to them, I just think about his smile. It makes me miss him more.
I remember him waiting in line with me when we got our 'M' tattoos on our temples, showing the world what we were. Why not just brand us?
The one thing I do remember is him protecting me from those thugs at the train station, picking on us for being mutants. It was one of the last things he did. The next day...
He was with meeting me. We were ment to meet at the park. He never turned up. I was mad. He was dying in pain and I was mad at him. Can you imagine how that felt? When I returned to the mansion, someone hugged me, I didn't know why or who...then someone told me. Once again can't remember who, I do remember crying onto Rogues lap. I didn't stop crying for days, or eat. I only cryed, curled up in my bed, under my covers and slept. At his funeral all I did was stare at his head stone. Even once everyone had left, I stayed, not moving. I think after a while I fell to my knees and slept on the recently packed dirt, because I remember Pietro gently shaking me awake.
Like I said, I remember most of my 17th year, but its the big things I don't. People say its the small things that matter but thats a load of bull. It's the big things that matter. Believe me.