.:. Hey guys, so this is a story that was on my previous account, but I deleted it from there, because I want to continue this, but I don't want to have much to do with my old account. I have the first few chapters written, so I'll just reread them before uploading them later :) Warning: Some may not like this chapter. .:.
Chapter 1
“I love you,” he whispers softly against my ear; his breath tickling my skin. The wind blows around us as we lie on the beautiful white beach, a soft towel underneath us.
I smile at him, “I love you too,” I say against his smiling lips. The only noise is the crashing of the waves against the beach. The moon and the stars shine brightly above as if approving of us. He slowly brings his soft lips down to my slightly chapped ones. He is the only person I’ve ever kissed, and I hope it stays that way. He is the one to break away. I’m breathing hard as I stare up into his dark brown eyes. His midnight black hair still wet from where we took a late night swim. He looks like a god among mortals.
“I wish this moment could last forever,” he says softly as he presses his forehead against my shoulder. I smile at him, my thumb caressing his rough cheek. He presses his cheek harder into my hand while smiling cheerily at me. He could be so darn cute.
“I do too. Sadly, I think we need to go. You know how my mom gets when I get home late, especially from a date with you,” I say as I tap his nose. He groans and rolls over onto the grainy sand.
“For some reason, that woman just can’t like me,” he says getting up and rubbing the sand off his superman trunks. I smile at him, once again. He is just too perfect. Perfect body, perfect face, but most importantly, perfect personality.
He stretches his hand down and lifts me off the plaid beach towel. “I know I have no clue how she hasn’t fallen for your charm. I know I have,” I say as I smile up at him. He steps closer to me.
“Are you, Marcella Marie Jones, saying that you’ve fallen for me?” he says in mock shock.
“Hm, maybe, what about you, have you fallen for me yet?”
He looks me seriously in the eye, “Possibly,” he says playfully as he touched my cheek, his rough thumb softly rubbing my blushing skin.
“So, what you’re saying is that you, Tyler Andrew Stark, has fallen for me?” I ask innocently in a false Southern Bell accent.
He smiles at me as he bends down to kiss my cheek, “I don’t know you’ll have to figure that out on your own.” He grabs my hand and leads me over to his old Chevy pickup. He sets the towel and our picnic basket in the back as I grab some clothes to through on over my midnight blue bathing suit. I slip the jean shorts and the tank top over my clothes smiling at Tyler’s disappointed face. “Don’t frown, or else it might freeze like that,” I say smirking as I open up the creaky blue door at the same time he did. His cracked brown leather seat is so familiar to me that it feels as if I’m already home. He kisses my cheek softly before making his truck roar to life. I pull the seatbelt over me, letting it make that soft clicking sound.
“You have no clue how beautiful you look right now,” he says as he pulls away from the beach.
“Sure I do, especially with uncombed hair,” I laugh as I try to untangle my hair with my fingers; my bony fingers knotting with my dark brown hair. Why didn’t I bring a hairbrush?
“I like it when you’re hair isn’t combed. It makes your beauty even rawer,” he says as he turns a corner on the country road. I glance out the window, barely catching the You are now leaving CoCao Beach nailed to wooden post near the cliffs.
“Aw, aren’t you the cutest,” I say while pinching his cheek. He actually blushes an adorable red.
“That’s what I’m aiming for!” he says cheerfully, smacking the steering wheel. He looks down at me with a smile lighting his brown eyes. “Mar-Mar, if I would ask you if you’d marry me, what would you say?” he asks, glancing back at the road.
“I’d say I’m only seventeen, far too young to actually marry someone,” I say shrugging at the simple thought.
“Huh, good point,” he says smiling. “What if I told you I already bought you a ring?” he asks and I smile at him, thinking that we’re just joking around.
“I’d ask out of which grocery toy machine did you get it out of,” I say making him chuckle. He reaches into his pocket, pulling something out. I look outside thinking it’s just his phone.
“What if I told you that the ring looks like this?” he asks as I look back and gasp. My fingers reach up and enclose around the smooth velvet box where a silver ring with a soft blue stone lying in the velvet folds snugly; small emeralds decorating the sides. The ring is warm in my cold fingers. “What do you say, will you marry me?” I look up at Tyler with my mouth in an “o” shape; his dark brown eyes shining confidently at me. I slip the ring on and smile at him.
“Tyler, I-I,” I begin glancing at the road, shrieking as a bright white light comes barreling towards. “Watch out!” I scream as Tyler’s smile drops as he spins the wheel out of the way.
“Oh sh-“he begins as the large truck comes slamming into the old trucks hood.
I scream bloody murder as my seatbelt comes off, my head slamming against the roof. I slump down in pain as another tremor forces me to fly through the window, glass eating and digging its way into my skin.
“Marcella!” Tyler screams at me before his scream fills the malevolent air, but the nightmare doesn’t stop here. The truck spins out of control on the dark highway. I scream as the momentum forces me to go flying out of the truck, swinging me into a huge boulder. I scream out in pain as tears trickle down my face. I take a breath and blood gurgles out of my bruised mouth. I look up wearily as the truck goes onto two wheels before falling over on the driver’s side. I groan as I see Tyler’s blood splattered face slump out of my view. I blink away the bright dots as my ears begin to ring. I watch as the man in the truck comes stumbling out, a hand against his face as the horns blare around us. His blood shot eyes widen when his lazy gaze swipes over me. He screams as he falls onto his knees, hands covering his ears as he leans, crying into the dark asphalt.
I look towards the truck as I see a full head of black hair with blood matted on it look towards me. He reaches out his ruby hand and yells with all his strength to me, his final words.
“I love you Marcella,” he coughs violently, blood splattering everywhere as I watch barely comprehending, “ne-never forget that,” he calls over the blaring horns. His bloodied hand falls down along with his head. I cry out in pain both physical and mental. I feel my heart tear out of my chest as my love dies with me helplessly watching on the sidelines. The man screams out again but the ringing in my ears soon blocks it out. The grainy black spots conjoin together until I can’t see anything. My pain fades until I feel dead with a ringing sound the only thing I can comprehend. I don’t mind this though, my love has just died and so I will gratefully accept death if that’s what it means for me to spend eternity with him. If anything, this numbing, deafening darkness is better than the pain-filled, noisy life that both Tyler and I just left.
