Never Be The Same

The wind brushed up his legs as he propped them on his desk, he looked out of his window, in awe of the bustling streets that flooded with crowds of people going downtown or in the subway.

Must be a pain to go on the subway at this hour...lots of people...loud traffic just above...I'm glad I live right by my Uni...

He looked at his feet that were on his desk, then over to his stack of books. He breathes a sigh as he puts his feet back down to the floor. 

Whilst tapping his pencil on his book, he glances over to a picture frame with an image of his lovely girlfriend, Amy. They were on the beach that day, over seven years ago.

He smiled, Still has those cute dimples and frickin' adorable freckles to this day...

Amy had long black hair, complimenting her emerald orbs that fueled with utter anger at the person taking the picture, having her arm stretched out as her cheeks flushed a slight red, smiling.

His smile breaks into laughter when he remembered that day, the day he took that photo, the trouble he went through trying to find the perfect moment to take a snippet of her, but he just couldn't take it and went for it.

Just as he went for it when he asked her out.

"I should try remaking this picture, like I dunno, a mini date on the beach wouldn't be bad." He wondered at the possibility.

He sighed. "I should probably call her-"

He was interrupted when his phone rang on his desk, he peered over and saw it was Amy's mom.

He picks up the phone and greets Amy's mom.

"Hiya Ariel! What is it?" He cheered.

He hears Ariel sniffle and blow her nose into a handkerchief.

"M-Michael, my dear boy..."

Michael stands up from his chair and he pushes his hair back. "What's wrong Ariel? Why are you crying?"

Michael can hear her sobbing as her aged voice hitches in the phone call. 

"Michael..."

"Yes? Please Ariel, tell me what's wrong."

"Ahh...It's just-" Ariel makes an effort to wipe her tears. "that something awfully dreadful has happened and well...I need someone to talk to now."

 "As I am alone now..." She adds.

As all this is happening, Michael paces in his room, with a tight grasp on his hair, utterly confused.

"What do you mean you're alone Ar-"

"She's gone."

The silence filled in the call, only the rushing cars down on the street can be heard.

"What? What do you-"

"She's gone Michael...I hate to tell you this on the phone but...Amy got hit by a car on the way home!" She exclaimed, as she sobbed once more. As Michael could only stand there in tears as the poor woman cried, wailing in the phone call. 

He turns back to his desk as he stares at the picture of his dead beloved, knowing that he couldn't do anything, knowing that their trip to the beach wouldn't come true and deep down, he knew that everything he knew about love and faith would never be the same.