Ballads of Summer

Crashed

It was our graduation day. I was in my best yellow dress and I'm sweating out on my outfit. I put on my cap. I beamed at everyone. Everyone was very happy. My mom and dad were crying. My mom looks hot today. She was in her teal dress and her brunette hair was curled. My dad was in his suit and tie. They were still young. I don't know why my dad feels so old. My dad's only 48 and so is my mom. I finally saw Nathan and he smiled at me. I hugged him.

"Hi" he kissed on my forehead.

"Tomorrow's your birthday" I smiled.

"Yes"

"Advance"

"Thanks. You look amazing"

"I love you"

He just smiled. I don't know why he acts awkward around me. We marched through the stage. I finally received my diploma. My dad was crying beside me and he hugged me,

"Dad you deserve this" I laughed.

"No kid, you do deserve that" he pat me on my back.

My dad's really softhearted. I sat back down and waited for the graduation to end. After an hour and a half, it finally finished. I signaled to my mom and dad to wait for me in the parking lot. I saw Nathan smiling at me. Awkwardly. I ran to him and hugged him.

"Miranda let's go to the field. I wanna talk to you" he said.

"Sure" I smiled.

He was holding my hand as we headed towards the field.

"Congratulations Miranda" he smiled.

"Thanks. Is there a problem?" I frowned.

He gulped and he was staring blankly at me.

"What?" I frowned.

"Miranda. I think i don't fit in you. It's just that i'm not perfect for you" he gulped.

"You are perfect for me"

"We are still young"

"I know. Nathan?"

"Yes?"

"Are you breaking up with me?"

"Miranda my parents decided that I should go to the army"

"Just answer my question!"

"Yes. I am. I love you more than my own life Miranda. I love you"

"No you don't!"

I was biting my lips and I started to notice small tears skating through my cheeks. He hugged me but I pushed him away.

"Miranda, please! I'll still marry you but not this Summer. You told me we can wait!" he screamed.

"But why are you breaking up with me?!" I shouted.

"Miranda i'm going to the army and I can't watch you for so long"

"We can write, bitch!"

"Miranda! I'm just giving you a space to decide. I still love you!"

I just sobbed and fell on the ground. My knees were dirty and my dress was drenched with my tears.  He sat in front of me.

"You're right" I whispered.

"Miranda. I'm sorry" he hugged me.

"We're too young. Everything seems so fast"

"Miranda"

"You're going to the army. You're giving me space. You're letting me go"

"I'm not"

"You are. Nathan. It's over. You don't want me anymore"

"I still love you"

"Goodbye"

I rose from the ground and headed to our car. I just cried there. I just felt horrible for myself.

Years passed. I got accepted to Harvard. I didn't know where's Nathan. Josh was my schoolmate. We never talked much about Nathan. I just regret everything we did before. The toke thing and saying yes to him. I am so shallow that time that I don't think stuffs that's best for me. I was part of the theatre team. Josh was part of the football team. We spent our college years together. We're back as friends. We forgave each other. We finished college together and grabbed a job together. Josh became a teacher. It's just funny how we were both 25 years old and we're working. My parents died because of stroke. I just lived with Josh and his family. They moved to California. I am working in Vogue. I never thought i'll be in this position. At the same time, i'm working in Starbucks. I love Strabucks that's why I'm working there as a cashier. Josh is my fiance.

I finally got home. I went to my room. I put down my stuffs and car keys. I  headed to the kitchen. Josh must be arriving in minutes. I decided to prepare him dinner. I was grabbing a box of pasta until someone coughed in the kitchen. I thought it's Josh's dad. The man was being blocked by the fridge door.

"Hey dad. Good evening!" I smiled.

The door was shut and a stranger just faced me. I held the knife. The stranger was staring at me and he was wide eyed. There's something familiar to him. He was shirtless and his buff body were blinding every corner of the room.

It's not some Beckham.

Or an Ashton Kutcher.

Or even an Ian Somerhalder.

There were scars on his sides. His hair was in his army cut.

"Miranda?" he spoke in his manliest voice.

I am dreaming. I dropped the knife. This can't be true. I just watched him in horror. Nathan.