You reached for the boy with blonde hair helplessly, being dragged away by an unknown force. Your screams echoed throughout the house, tears staining your cheeks. He begins to run after you, also crying your name. You slide back quickly, the doors closing and leaving Chris alone, sobbing.
You sit up quickly, pink lips parting. The boy beside you shoots up, grabbing his glasses from the bedside table quickly. You're sweating, panting, crying. You're at your worst. "(Name) are you alright?" the blonde asks. You turn your head, seeing the man you've loved for over 3 years now beside you. His presence calmed you immensely. "C'mere" he murmurs, opening up his arms for you. You quietly slide over, placing your head on his chest. Your hands trembled and his shirt soon became soaked in salty tears. He obviously didn’t mind. You stay quiet, recapping the events that occurred last year at the Washington cabin. “Shh…it’s over. You’re safe here with me now. Okay?” you don’t reply. You just continue to sob. “I know (Name)…I know” he replies, rubbing your back. Even after dating for 3 years you still get butterflies in your stomach when he whispers into your ear. The butterflies were dancing now, but you didn’t show it. You remained silent. Chris rubs your back more. “Can you hear me?” he asks you. You stay quiet for a while but soon mutter a slight, weak ‘yes’ he smiles sadly. “It isn’t your fault, okay? I-It’s not your fault” he whispers, beginning to shed tears himself. “W-We’re gonna get th-through this together, alright?” you nod. He wanted to fix you, and you wanted to fix him. But you both know that even after help, those memories will linger. Like a foul taste, they will always be there. That night will always be pinned in your mind, the blood spilled, the lives lost. The memories will always be there. Just like your loving boyfriend, Chris.
