The One: Sequel to I'm Yours

Chapter 3

Tap... Tap... Tap... The rain was falling softly upon the windshield, music was playing very quietly. He finally spoke. 

"So, how does it feel to be Mrs. Downey?" 

I smiled and just shrugged, everything seemed to be going perfect if you ask me. I mean I have him and its just us. Everything I've ever wanted. Then the thunder roared making me jump slightly. I have never been a huge fan of thunder but you know, I have him to protect me. 

"So I was thinking we could go watch a movie tonight and then tomorrow we will be ready to fly to Bora Bora. Does that sound good?" He asked, I nodded in return. As we pulled up to a stop light he looked over at me and held my hand tighter. "Are you sure you're okay sweetie?" He asked again. 

"Of course. Sorry I'm not talking as much. I'm just... enjoying everything." I said softly with a smile. I mean it was true. Then the light turned green, as we proceeded out into the intersection he was being very careful as always. Then we began to make our way towards home, still holding hands I sighed.

"What's wrong?" He asked. 

"I just.. nothing." I stopped myself. Let's be honest, life is great! But theres those times where he does make me angry, and we fight. Or when all we do is run around to award things. You know, actor stuff? It would be kind of nice if we got just normal time together. Cuddling on the couch watching Netflix and eating popcorn. 

"Miranda. What is it." He said, getting slightly annoyed. Recently he's been getting more annoyed easier. I guess it's from work. I mean I hope it's from work. 

"Nothing Robert. Just keep driving." The thunder roared again as he started to go faster. Obviously getting angry. "Can you slow down just a little?" 

"Seriously. Just tell me what's wrong Miranda!" He began to yell.

"Why don't you slow down?!" I yelled back. Here we go again, fighting for no reason. 

"Why don't you tell me anything anymore? Do you just write it in your old diary? Huh? Why won't you talk to me!!" He started getting upset and I could tell. Our life isn't all sunshine and rainbows. He has done things, and I have done things. 

"Well... Maybe you can ask Amanda." I blurted out. I found out that whole trip she brought me on was just to get closer to him. I knew they had a thing. It was obvious. 

"Oh really?! We are bringing that up again? I told you already! I'm sorry! How many times do I have to say it for you to finally get off my ass?!" I sat there and listened to him yell. "Why is everything my fault to you? What about you eh?! You've done things to me!! Remember that shit show where you cheated on me with some random guy?!" He yelled.

"Oh. Nice. Yeah my bad. I'm so sorry you CHEATED first!! How the fuck is this my fault again?!" I screamed.

"I cheated first? HA! Don't play innocent with me. I know you had something with that guy before Amanda came to me."

"Don't you mean, came for you?" I muttered. Then he slammed on the breaks. 

"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO FUCKING TELL YOU I'M SORRY!!!" He screamed. I sat there shaking, he's never done that before. 

"Take me home.." I choked. Never have I been this scared, honestly I was scared for not only my life but his. He slammed his foot down on the gas and we began to speed home. There was one last stoplight then the rest was just stop signs. The light turned green as soon as we got to the line and Robert didn't notice. He was stopped at the light and then we heard this loud horn. I glanced in the rear view mirror and saw a semi coming at full speed. He wasn't stopping, and we weren't going. I didn't have enough time to react before he slammed into the back of us. Sending Robert and I both flying through the window. 

I heard screaming, as I opened my eyes I was about 100 feet from the car. The rain began to pour and I sat up  trying to find Robert. Then, I saw him. Laying in a pool of blood was my husband, the man who I loved. I crawled over but before I got there a swarm of people circled. I got through the crowd and moved closer. He looked cold, pale, lifeless..  

"Robert...?" I said quietly...

No response.

"Robert!" I shouted. 

Nothing.

I started to cry, screaming for someone to help him. Then the sirens began, the got closer, and closer, and closer. There my husband was. Laying in a pool of his own blood. Lifeless. 

The ambulance pulled up and immediately took him away, I was able to wait for the other to show up. I looked over at our car, it was unrecognizable.  

"He was the love of my life... I will never forget how he helped me become the person I am today..." I said quietly at the funeral. Tears streamed down my face as I gazed upon the small audience. We had a private funeral, it's what he wanted. I walked over to the black casket and looked down at him. 

"I'm sorry... I never got to say goodbye." I choked out. The fact that he's gone, he will never come home, never star in another movie... he's gone. I started crying again, Chris came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me.

"Miranda... it'll be okay. I promise." He whispered softly. I knew it wouldn't be, and so did he. 

Imagine the one you love, the one you hold most near and dear to your heart is gone. Poof. Not only that but the guilt that you feel because you never got to say goodbye. The fact that he won't be there to hold you as you apologize. That last conversation... an argument. Something you can never change, even though you wish you could.

"It's time to take the casket, Miranda...." Chris mumbled and  slowly pulled me away. I just looked in the casket at my husband. The man who I love... The one who understood me like no one else did. 

As they lowered him into the ground I watched silently, tears still streaming down my face. Just hoping he would wake up and be with me again. 

"I love you..."