Just a short little story :)
I kissed her one last time. When I broke away it was hard to resist the urge to kiss her one more time. She smiled at me. "I love you."
I stared deeply into her beautiful brown eyes that she claims she hates. For her they are too boring. But to be they are gorgeous. Everything about her is gorgeous. I couldn't hid the smile on my face. "I love you too." I leaned in and kissed her one last time.
"I have to leave." She said between breaths. I laughed as I broke away one more time. I opened the door to her brother's mustang and watched as she got into the car. I closed the door when she was safely in.
She rolled down the window. "I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"
I nodded, "You better." She started to wave good-bye when I called out to her, "Put on your seatbelt." She simply stuck her tongue out at me and rolled the window back up.
I sighed as I watched her drive down the rain soaked street.
I woke up the next morning to a knock on the door. Mom cam in, "The phone's for you."
I smiled and took the phone. I didn't think she'd call this early in the morning. "Hello?"
When the person on the other end started to speak, my smile slowly started to fade. I hung up the phone and stared at the ground. It wasn't true. I couldn't have been true. There was no way. I saw her last night. I saw her leave.
Anger welled up inside of me and I threw the phone at the closed door. It made a loud banging sound as it fell to the ground in pieces. My mother opened the door carefully. "Are you okay?"
My throat closed up and tears started to well up in my eyes. I wiped them off of my face and shook my head. "She's gone." I finally managed to croak out.
I walked out to where it had happened. They hadn't yet towed the car away yet. I stared at the wreckage for a long time. I tried to imagine that night a million different ways in my head. If she hadn't come over she'd still be alive. It was my fault for inviting her over for dinner. I shouldn't have. I could have easily seen her today.
I shook my head. I couldn't think like that. It wasn't my fault. It wasn't anybody's fault. She would hate me for thinking like that. I took a deep breath and walked away. The bouquet of flowers laid in what was left of the driver's seat as I got into my truck and drove off.
I sat in the front row next to her brother as the preacher spoke. Tears were running freely down my face. This was the only place I was going to allow myself to cry. When he finished everyone started to stand and walk towards the casket for their last good-byes. I didn't move a muscle.
I sat there and watched to floor. Her sticking her tongue out at me was the last time I saw her. I smiled just a little, it was adorable when she did that. My smile faltered when I remembered I wouldn't see her do that anymore. I wouldn't be able to look into her soft and caring brown eyes. I wouldn't be able to kiss her soft lips again. She was just gone.
Her father cleared his throat and it interrupted my thoughts. I looked up at him. Wet trails marked his face where his tears had fallen. I wiped my own face as I stood to face him. Without a word he wrapped me in a hug. We had never gotten along. He hated me.
When he let go he spoke so quietly I barely caught what he said. "I'm sorry. I think you were the best thing that ever happened to my little girl." He grabbed my hand and put something in it. "She was wearing this. You should have it back." He then left without another word.
I opened my hand. Sitting in my palm was my class ring. My heart sunk all the way to the pit of my stomach. I closed my hand back around it.
Everyone had already left when I walked up to the casket. I smiled. She looked beautiful. She was much paler than when I saw her last. I studied her face for a long time. She was peaceful. I knew she was.
I placed the ring in her hand and closed her hand around it. "I meant it when I said I wanted you to have it forever."
I stared at her and imagined her full of life again. I wished she was here, she would know the perfect thing to say in this moment. When her grandfather died she had said that it was God's will. That He had better plans for him up in Heaven. My heart ached at the thought of her with me again. I looked up at the ceiling of the church. "You better have amazing plans for her."
I would remember that night forever.
