Love. It comes in different forms but its there. You may not realize you've fallen for someone, but soon enough you will.
I had been in love before, or so I thought. Caleb and I recently went on a date, Caleb being my boyfriend for 2 years. We would do the usual dinner and movie date thing, but Travis Smith had other plans.
Travis Smith was arrested for drunk driving that night, for running a red light and smashing into another car, that car was Calebs car.
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Screams filled the air as I reached my shaking hands over to Calebs face. Slowly tracing my finger over his cheek I felt something wet drip onto my hand. The red liquid drips down his neck making me cry out.
The first I thought to do was call 911, obviously. I didnt know what street we were on, so it was difficult to decipher where the police would come to. It was all a blur to me, seeing my boyfriend unconsious & theres nothing I could do about it.
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Riding in the ambulance was the longest 10 minutes of my life. Once we arrive at the hospital, I jump out quickly running towards the entrance. I follow two men back into a small hall where I am supposed to stay. The only way they could even get me to stay there and not follow them hopelessly into the operating room was because my sister practically pryed my fingers off of calebs hand and dragged me to the waiting room. I sit there for hours refusing to eat, sleep, or talk to anyone all i cared about was my boyfriend. And i wasnt going to leave until knew he was okay, even if that meant waiting forever.
Is this what love is?
