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I stared into his light green eyes. We were swaying gently back and forth. Nothing mattered in that moment, it was perfect.
I let my head fall slowly on his chest. I could feel his steady heartbeat bumping through his black shirt.
I loved that he hadn't gotten me a corsage or a limo because that wasn't him. It felt more real and believable with only his quirky smile and offer of going out for take out afterwards.
When the song was over I felt him inhale loudly. Not in the mood for the upbeat techno song playing I grabbed his hand and headed for the exit.
I looked back at his slightly surprised face and smiled my biggest, most goofiest smile. His answer was his quirky smirk of course.
When we stepped out in the chilly evening I looked up at the starry sky and sighed happily. Now he took the lead as he started walking towards his car couple blocks down.
We walked in a comfortable silence. That was one of the things I loved the most about us. It was never awkward or strained. It was natural and fun, something my other girlfriends never seemed to experience with their boyfriends.
We both snapped our heads to the left as the quiet night was broken by screams and angry shouts. When guns started firing and a mob of guys started running out the neighborhood bank I was suddenly being dragged behind a running boyfriend.
I heard the shouts getting louder and angrier. They were definitely heading our way. I felt such overwhelming relief when I heard sirens blasting, gradually coming closer and closer.
We turned around a corner and I was suddenly slamming into my boyfriends back.
The noise was almost over bearing now. The sirens were so loud my ears were ringing. I could hear shouts from all around me. Left, right, in front, from the back. We seemed to have run straight in the middle of it all.
I clanged onto his shirt so tightly not ashamed to say I was using him as my shield. After all he was my rock, my saving grace, my knight in shining armour.
But all that flew from my mind when I heard multiple gun shots all around. I couldn't see much since I was clutched to his back but I definitely felt the shot. We both got pushed back a couple of steps and I almost fell but since I was hanging on so tight we both managed to stay upright.
Where I was clutching his jacket I could feel something wet start to spread around at an alarming rate. I would not, could not believe it was his blood. No. Never.
I could not for the life of me distinguish between cop or robber so all the screams and shouts meshed into one as I focused on my, now fallen to his knees, boyfriend.
No. No. Not him.
It can't be!
Who saved me from my abusive mother?
Who gave me hope and strength?
Who cured me of my retched depression?
Who lifted my spirits and made me laugh again after my grandpa's passing?
Who showed me how to live?
The answer was him. Always him.
I loved him, love him so much it hurts everyday to wake up. I can't even think of what I would do if I lost him and now I am. I'm losing him.
When Adam fell on his side with a low gasp I could barely breathe. My lungs were filled with water, my tears it felt like. My eyes stopped functioning right. I could only see Adam lying on the ground, broken and lifeless.
What was going on? It felt like my world just ended. I didn't notice I had fallen to my knees until I saw or more felt Adams body take another stray bullet.
What had this world come to? I barely felt myself lower onto Adams chest and close my eyes. My hands found their way to his silky soft brown locks and my mouth found its way to his handsome jaw. He always liked my jawbone kisses.
Lost in fond memories of our time together I started screaming. Maybe it was sobbing, I surely couldn't tell. I was thinking about when Adam took me to his old, almost rundown family house by the sea and he took me fishing for the first time in my life.
Or when he told me he loved me in my old tree house and I said it back.
The time when he fixed my car that I was always yapping about. The time when I was to tired to walk home so he gave me a ride home, even though it was only four houses down and it was a piggyback ride.
The first time we held hands. The first time we hugged. The first time we kissed. The first time we made love. The first time we argued. The first time we fought.
I was to lost in these memories to notice my own body taking a hit. My mind, definitely was no longer running. I felt nothing and everything at the same time. Everything felt wrong.
Surely this wasn't how our lives were supposed to end? In some dirty street surrounded by thugs and way to young, only in our teens. Our lives hadn't even fully started.
All our hopes and dreams, gone, just like that. Our long lives together lost forever. Maybe we wouldn't even have ended up together, who knows? But now no one knows for we were both leaving this earth to early.
Way, way to early.
Well, at least now I get to tell him what I couldn't before he passed on.
I love you
