Chapter 2

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It was senior year, with only two months in counting, until graduation. Friday's were our date nights, and I planned to make this the most mesmerizing date night she would always remember. I took her to a gourmet restaurant not too far from where we lived, on a cold, crisp night. The usual ordering and eating was implied, and after the five star meal, her and I were blabbering away at pointless subjects, like always, where I then stared off into her stunning eyes and smiling facial expression. That scene was one of the most romantic moments that could never be shattered unto me again. Without a second to waste, just as I was about to properly bend down on one knee, the waiter with the name tag written; Max interrupted with the checking tab. Ruining my moment that would last forever.
Forgetting our legendary gaze, Aja began her own conversation of explaining to me that the college she dearly applied for upstate, accepted her application. I could've proposed to her right then and there, but if she was soon going to college very soon, how on earth could she have a fiancé? Aja was so anxious that night, knowing college awaited her in the very near future, proposing to her at that time would've broken her fragile heart, having to choose between love or a career. Pretending to be overwhelmed with joy, I didn't give her my ring and instead faked the celebration.

**wakes up viciously, gasping for air**

There isn't one night where I don't have nightmares..
I wipe my sweating brow and rub my face that is dramatically overheating, then release out a loud sigh.
I always dread that horrid and uncomfortable memory. It's the reason why I'm entirely sleep deprived.
I feel like it's my fault she isn't here with me. If I would've proposed to her sooner or even after the fact she told me she was accepted, she might have been in my arms today.
I sympathetically and angrily stare at the dark closet closest to my bed..
Aja's ring remains laying in my apartment's closet, still haunting me to this very sinister day.

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