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Chapter 6: Prom

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Chapter 6: Prom

Senior year PROM

 

One word

Four letters

Thousands of memories

The day for which every guy waits; the day on which every girl wishes to look her best, the day of goodbyes.

Senior year prom - the most awaited day for every senior in hill high school, this time-which we will never get back even if we want to go back.

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I cut the engine as I came close to Summers’ driveway, it was 9:00 PM

I had chosen a black tux with a red tie as it went with Summers’ red dress, I had styled my hair just the way she liked and had put on some cologne. I had made sure my breath was fresh and my arms did not smell.

I removed my car keys and then with a click I climbed out of the car. The night breeze brushed my hair, and sent chills down my spine. I made sure this time I came in through her houses’ door.

I softly knocked on her door; her father opened the door, he looked really happy to see me.

“Come In young man! Have a seat!” he said.

“Thank you sir” I said to be polite.

I looked around to see if she was anywhere around.

“She is upstairs; you know how they all are! Always take time to get ready” he smiled at me genuinely.

I smiled back with politeness

 

“Summer!” he called her.

“Come down dear, your date is here” he said  

“Coming dad,” she shouted back.

“Okay! Don’t make him stay so long dear,” he said smiling at me once more.

A laugh escaped my mouth, “It’s okay sir, and I’ll wait,” I said.

“I still remember the day I had gone to Summers’ mom’s house, and she had taken so long to get ready that the prom was almost over!” he said, I could see a faraway look in his eyes that told me his mind was not here.

 

Just then Summer walked down, and as if the world around me stopped to revolve, I suddenly felt like the world’s most luckiest guy.

And damn she looked so pretty and hot in that red dress, her blonds curled perfectly in a stylish manner. Her red dress went all the way till her knee, and she chose to wear red shoes that perfectly went with it.

Her dress was simple yet elegant, she had let her hairs loose so that some of her hairs fell upon her face making her look even cuter.

“How do I look?” she asked making an innocent face.

“Just perfect,” I said still dazed by her beauty. I just went up to her and planted a light kiss on her cheek, I was well aware of the fact that her father was in the same room but I did not care about it right now.

“Ahem, ahem,” it was Summer’s dad.

“I think you two should get moving before it gets late,” he said.

“Yeah,” I said as I gave Summer one last look, it was difficult to get my eyes off her. And I could see she was blushing terribly, too bad I had to control myself right now! I so had an urge to grab her and kiss her right now, I just wanted to hold her tight and never leave her.

“But…” said Summers’ dad.

“Before you go, let’s take a picture of you two,” he said producing a camera.

He asked both of us to sand for a pose as he clicked a picture

 

That same picture was right now in my hand, the picture that would always create a terrifying image in my head, the day… the day I had lost my Summer. It was a car accident, we were coming back home when a truck hit us.

Our car was severely damaged, I got away with minor scars but Summer…her whole right side was damaged and the doctors had lost all hope.

I remember begging them to bring her back, to make her live somehow but they said it was beyond their hands. Her wounds were too deep to be healed, she would not make it.

And she did not make it.

 There was just grief that I felt a sudden hollow that would never be filled, a space that had been vacant.

Suddenly it dawned over me that I could no longer see her flawless smile, her playful laughter, the way she flipped her hair when she was angry, the way she tilted her head when she was confused, her cute naughtiness.

I could no longer play the guitar to see her special smile-the smile that said she cared for me, the smile that told me she loved me.

 

This was not real!

This could never be real!

It’s not possible; god cannot do something like this to me

  

The same kind of hysteria and madness filled me every time I let myself think about ‘that night’. The night I lost my only one, the only girl I thought was ‘the one’

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