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Take it pt 2 (F. Reed)

••Flashbacks••

As Sarah rested her head on my chest, we talked about everything and anything under the sun. We shared our thoughts on marriage, children, and the future. "I can't wait to have a family with you," she said, a smile spreading across her face. "I want a little boy with your smile and my eyes."

I chuckled at her words and said, "I want a little girl with your heart and my courage." Sarah's eyes lit up at the mention of a little girl, and we spent the next few minutes talking about her name and what she would look like.

Suddenly, Sarah's favorite pop song came on the TV, and she started dancing in my arms. "You're such a goofball," I teased her, holding her tighter. "But I love how carefree you are around me." Sarah grinned and replied, "I can be myself around you, and that's all that matters."

We then talked about our guilty pleasure of watching trashy reality TV shows, laughing at how ridiculous they were. "Don't judge me, but I love 'The Bachelor'," Sarah said, making me laugh. "Me too," I admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed. We then made a pact to watch the show together every week, no matter how silly it was.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Sarah whispered, looking up at me with her big brown eyes. "Of course," I replied, curious. "I love leaving you love notes," she said, her cheeks turning pink. "It makes my heart skip a beat every time." I felt my heart swell with love for her, and I promised to leave her more notes in the future.

As the night wore on, Sarah grew tired and had to go back to her dorm room. But just a few hours later, she called me, unable to sleep. "Hey babe," I answered, still groggy from sleep. "I can't sleep. Again." Without a second thought, I invited her over.

As she walked towards me, I couldn't help but admire how beautiful she looked in my hoodie and black shorts. We crawled into bed, and as soon as we got comfortable, Sarah was asleep on my chest once again. I stroked her hair and whispered sweet nothings in her ear, promising to always be there for her. In that moment, I knew that Sarah was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

••The next day••

As I walked towards the hockey rink, my mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Sarah. I couldn't wait to see her after practice and tell her about the goal I had scored in the last game. But as I reached the payphone, it rang, and I answered it without thinking twice.

"Hello?" I said, sensing that something was off.

"Hi Fulton, it's Mrs. Webber.." the voice on the other end sounded choked up, and I knew something was wrong. "I have some news about Sarah, um a-she was on the way to a restaurant with her friends when they got hit, and S-Sarah didn't make it, Sweetie, I'm so sorry. She loved you so much Fulton."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This couldn't be happening. "N-no.... You're lying..." I tried to deny it, but the tears that were threatening to spill betrayed me.

"I'm sorry Fulton sweetie.." Mrs. Webber said before breaking down.

I hung up the phone and tried to compose myself. I couldn't accept that Sarah was gone. She was my everything, my life. I dashed towards her dorm room, hoping that this was all a cruel joke.

But as I opened the door and saw her empty bed, reality hit me like a ton of bricks. I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. I grabbed her comforter and held it close to my chest, inhaling her perfume, trying to feel her presence around me.

I saw her hockey bag in the corner and started packing all of her clothes into it. I smiled through my tears, seeing all the clothes she had taken from me. I couldn't help but laugh at the memories of us fighting over who gets to wear what.

I packed her school book bag, taking care of all her books, jewelry, perfumes and other things of hers, all the while trying to hold back my tears.

As I went through her nightstand, I found a scrapbook with a picture of me and her kissing on the front. I flipped through the pages, seeing pictures of us from when we were kids, being best friends, up until now.

The memories made me cry more, and I couldn't bear the thought of living without her. I grabbed her things and walked to my dorm room, knowing that she would always be with me in spirit.

I started to clean my room, changing my sheets to hers, and setting her scrapbook on my nightstand. I lay down, hugging her comforter, and remembering all the great memories I had with Sarah.

She was my baby, my love, my girl, and nothing could ever replace her.