A sad tale, based off of a song about the terminal love of a young couple.
His mind's in December and he's on one knee staring up at the girl he knows will be his Forever and Always. He can see the delight on her face; the way her smile is so big it's almost a grimace, the way the light shines off of her light blonde hair, making it look almost white. What he will never forget are her striking green eyes, the way he knows they are looking into him, reading his mind, his soul and understand every part of him. He knows the answer, because she loves him just as much as he loves her, but he still feels elated when she squeaks out her simple response.
"Yes!" was all she could manage, shock and happiness had pervaded her being it was as if someone had knocked the wind out of her.
As he places the ring on her finger, and as embraces his bride-to-be, he feels a shock tingle up his spine, confusion tugs at the corners of his mind telling him something is off. And again, he feels the shock, his chest jolts forward as watches his fiance vanish in a billow of smoke as his eyes flutter open momentarily, the world full of a harsh white light.
"Quick, he's waking up!" was all he was able to catch before he sunk once more into unconsciousness.
He's back in their home, a small apartment complex, but it's cozy enough to get them by. They are on the couch, and she's wrapped in his arms while they watch a presidential debate. Both of their eyes are locked on the screen as history unfolds in front of their eyes, both are transfixed, with their lips drawn tight. He pulls her closer to him, and he flicks the screen off smiling down to her body. She let's an almost inaudible sigh escape her lips, but he notices, he always notices.
"A moonlit picnic, is exactly what you need." He says, an almost childlike enthusiasm in his caring voice.
"But... we can't I have work in the morning and so do you." She says, though the idea is already the foremost thought on her mind.
In no time they are lying on their backs in the central park gazing at the stars, hand in hand. They whisper back and forth, as if the stars will hear the untold secrets they share with each other on the perfect evening. A strange smell interrupts the moment, it smells of cleanliness but it reeks of a sweet perfume. He feels a drop of water touch his face, but he see's not a cloud in the sky.
He closes his eyes. When he opens them, he's in a hospital bed, he hears the constant hum of some machine in the background, and the steady beep in the background that indicates his heart. He lifts his head up weakly, and She is holding his hand, and he can't suppress a smile. He realizes the water are her tears, and he lifts a hand up, brushing them away from her eyes, as realization dawns in his own.
"We're going to go home, okay? When we do, we're gonna buy that house in the meadow we've been looking at." Her voice is hoarse, and he can tell she's been crying.
"Alright, we'll raise our kids there to y'know." A smile would play across the corners of her lips, both of them knowing full well that they had never planned on having kids. His fingers trace the engagement ring on her hand, and she sits up straight. She releases his other hand, and walks outside. He hears voices on the other side, but understands none of the muffled tones. He closes his eyes, if only for a second, and he's driving home from work. He knows she's waiting for him, that they have a date tonight, and it's with her parents. He's lost in his own thoughts, and he rolls into the intersection unaware of the red light. He turns his head at the last second, as he see's the bright headlights of a truck, and it hits him.
His eyes flutter open, as someone shakes him, a chaplain at his bedside who looks to be no older then thirty. He raises an eyebrow, and he see's a ring in his hand. As he moves his own hand to grip the ring, he sees a similar one in her's as well as two others standing off in the corner, smiling. Everyone is laughing, having a good time but silent tears slide down their cheeks, crashing to the floor. The chaplain says a couple verses, but is interrupted, as he wants to say his own vow.
The beeps on the monitor are slowing, his voice dropping as she lays with him on his bed.
"I'll always love you. Forever and Always, because it's the light I see in you." And his voice drops down to a mere breath, but he continues his vow.
"Please just remember, even if I'm not here... I'll always love you..." He flat lines, and she pulls his body to her's, sobs wracking her body as she says.
"Forever and Always."
His mind's in December and he's on one knee staring up at the girl he knows will be his Forever and Always.
