Walking Dead

Introduction

It felt wonderful outside. The cool breezes blowing my hair back from my face. My boyfriend laying right beside me as we hold hands. Everything felt normal, serene, perfect. I sat up and looked up at the trees that seemed to touch the clouds. My boyfriend, Jackson, sat still beside me. His eyes closed as the wind blew against his face barley moving his black hair. We've been dating for a year now, and everyone is always talking about us. Saying things like "oh my gosh! They are so perfect!" Or the haters say stuff like "they are so freaking fake! He obviously belongs with someone more beautiful like me!" I ignore the haters. And the people who ship us. Because either way their both really annoying. Me and Jackson are pretty close. For some odd reason he always wants to spend time with me. Not that I don't hate it or anything, I love it actually, it's just its if he's afraid something is going to happen to me. To us. But nothing big or dangerous is going to happen to us. Right? I let out a small sigh, and as if this whole entire time Jackson's been laying there reading my mind he sits up and gives me a small hug. I look over at him and return the hug.
Even though were not using our words I can tell by his eyes that something is bothering him as well, I wonder what it is.
"You. Okay?" That's is the first thing I've said since we arrived at this beautiful field two hours ago. Just listening to the sounds of nature.
"Yeah," there was a long pause before he continued talking.
"Just thinking about us. Our future."
"What about our future?" I asked
"The fact that... never mind. Lets just enjoy this time together please?" There he goes doing that thing again where he tells me that all he wants to do is spend the time together. What is up with that? Even though im on the edge of asking why he keeps saying that I just nod my head.
He lets out a sigh of relief and we continue to look up at the sky, until I brake the silence again.
"Something is bothering you. I can tell. I see it in your eyes. Please tell me Whats bothering you."
He glanced over at me and tears were threatening to spill over out of his eyes.
"It's my sister." He said his voice sounding weak.
His sister. She died five months ago. It was a terrible thing. Especially if you were there to witness every minute. Moment. And second of it. His sister, Chloe, was burnt alive. I remember the day like it was yesterday.
It was a hot day. Nobody was really out and about walking around. They were either inside with the air conditioners on, at the beach on vacation, or grumply walking around murmuring rude things under their breaths.
I'd stopped by Jackson's house to visit him and his six year old sister, she had brown short hair, and the cutest dimples ever.
I knocked on the door and chloe came to answer it. As soon as I saw her a picked her up and hugged her
"How's my favorite angel?" I asked.
She gave me a big grin "hahaha im good!" She replied. I loved chloe like she was my own sister, because I didn't have any other siblings I was an only child.
Jackson came walking down the stairs looking hotter than usual.
"Hey babe." He greeted me with a kiss on the cheeck.
I put chloe down and asked her if she could do my makeup for me. She nodded her head yes and ran upstairs into her room to get the makeup.
"You're way to nice" Jackson said as he took my hand in his and lead me to the couch. We sat down as I laughed
"And your way to cute!" I said as he leaned in to kiss me. Before our lips could touch we heard a horrifying scream coming from upstairs. My first thought was chloe was in trouble. We quickly got up off the couch and started walking up the stairs. "CHLOE!!" Jackson called "CHL-" He was cut off by a piece of wood on fire falling right infront of him causing the stairs to collapse. We quickly backed down the stairs screaming chloes name over and over. No response. Not a peep. The fire department showed up minutes later putting out the fire.
We gave our explanation of what happened and they told us what had caused the fire. Apparently a lamp in Jackson's bedroom had fallen over, and it exploded causing his room to catch on fire. And the fire spreaded rabidly.
Jackson blamed himself because he knocked it over and didn't bother picking it back up, and I felt like it was mostly my fault because I'd asked her to go get the makeup instead of going up there with her to retrieve the makeup bag. And if Id gone alone I would've died and she would've still been prancing around. Being happy. Brightening up peoples lifes.
After a long moment of silence I speak up
"I miss her too..........I miss her too."