The Re-Creation of Aaron Anderson

The Move.

Waking up today was better than any other morning. I woke up next to the man of my dreams for the first time in 2 months after struggling to find a new apartment to move into. Even though it was a bad storm outside already. I missed his touch and the way he looked so peaceful when he's sleeping.

I didn't want to wake him but I knew we had to get ready to move the rest of our stuff into the apartment before we had to return the moving van. I climbed on top of him and Began to kiss his cheek and then his neck.

"Baby It's time to get up. We have to get the van back by 12" I kissed his forehead one last time and flopped back down to my side of the bed.

When I looked over Aaron was Staring at me with a big grin on his face. " That was quite a night last night, I missed when things were like that.. When we didn't have any real responsibilities"
Aaron Got up and got into the shower. He was right. Last night we had the best talk ever we stayed up until 3am knowing We had to be up by 6 but we didn't care. When we first started dating He used to drive to my mom's house at 11pm and I would sneak out the back door just to see him.

We never had anywhere to go. We never knew where to go.
Aaron would drive and drive until we found a beautiful place to just sit and talk until the sun came up. That's what I loved about him the most. He listened when nobody else did.

"babe, what are you sitting there for? Come get in with me"

I moved my hair out of my face and looked up at his bright green eyes.

After the shower I went to fix breakfast. He was checking his phone a lot...a lot more than usual.

"is everything alright?" I asked while making his plate.
I looked up to see he wasn't even looking at me.

"AARON!"

I seen his body jump from the corner of my eyes. I put the spatula down and looked at him.

"Jesus Christ that thing has you Addicted , I asked if everything was okay?"

He put his phone down while I gave him his plate. The look in his face wasn't the same as any other day. I knew something was wrong but what? We are together, we woke up together.. We're eating breakfast together. What could be the problem?

"Babe are you sure you're okay? You don't look so well" he didn't answer.

I reached my hand towards his "Honey please answer me what's wro-

"My Mom" he put his fork down and began to gather his things.

"What about her babe?" I seen his eyes water. And his breaths began to get deeper.

"This is the day she was murdered..right in front of me.. And every fucking year it rains. I can't help but to see her standing in her room while my dad stabbed her..I was standing there in shock and with her last breaths she Told me to run"

I got up and walked towards him. I wrapped my arms around him I knew how much that hurt him but he never talked about it much. In fact he barely brung his mother about.

We sat there for a minute with his head resting on my chest.
I ran my fingers through his hair.

"We should get going babe. We have a lot to grab" he wiped his face and began putting his jacket on.