and always<3

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"forever?", she asked as she looked deep into his eyes. "and always." he replied with a sweet smile, as he took her hand in his.
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okay lol so i commented a sad line on a tiktok that i would put in a book and people FREAKED over it so i thought i'd give the people what they wanted and write a story about it:). this has been a reoccurring dream of mine each night for like 3 months, so i hope you enjoy:)
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we all die anyways, right? i always thought i would go out, wrinkly ashen skin sitting on a rocking chair on a porch or something like that-whatever old people do. i never expected it like this. i never expected to feel the cold metal against my skin with the tears streaming from my eyes.

in that moment, my entire life seemed to flash before my eyes. ever since we were little, he'd always been my partner in crime. whether it was teaming up to steal a cookie from the cookie jar, or finding ways to stay up past our bedtime, to now, engulfing ourselves in a great deal of trouble.

his charisma could be matched by no other. he had that toothy smile that could make anybody's knees fall weak. he was beautiful. his wavy blonde hair and deep brown eyes were the most familiar thing to me. if i haven't made it clear enough, we had always had each other's backs. through hardships and sorrows, to the brightness of our shared laughs. he was my person, no doubt about that, but he was reckless. that's why we got along so perfectly. we both had no regard for the rest of the world. and we were both perfectly okay with that.

time seemed to pass slower and slower. i could hear him, but it sounded so slow. i heard the elongated "one" slip from his lips. the simple word sounded like it lasted for an hour. time was passing so slow. it was almost as if i could hear the clock ticking. faster and faster. my time was running out and i knew it. i began to think back on how we ended up here. it was insane, really. never in a million years did i ever fathom that i would be counting the milliseconds until my time ran out.

was i too young for this? i'd always heard the saying, "young and dumb", but this was a whole new level. this was purely absurd. i can still hear the ticking of the clock. the ringing in my ears. my life was truly about to come to a halt. i can't seem to wrap my head around it. maybe this truly was my time to go. if i didn't do this now, i would be separated from him. i simply would not be able to survive this lifetime without him. i would chose death over losing him easily. the damage done to me if i was separated from him is nothing compared to the damage of the bullet that would soon pierce my skull. call me crazy. insane even. if i wasn't experiencing the same thing, i would deem myself a mad woman as well. but i don't consider myself crazy. i consider myself helplessly in love. so much so that i would rather take a bullet through my scalp than feel the sorrow that would be caused by his loss.

i cant still feel the wind blowing my hair in a seemingly perfect disarray. i can still hear his laugh playing over and over in my head. i imagine the sweet memories running around in my head. dancing in the kitchen. the brownies we burnt. the way it felt when he laid his hands on my waist. the way his lips felt when they were pressed against my own. yet here we are. sitting on the edge. soon there will be no more memories left of him and i.