30 day Creative writing challenge!

Day o2. A couple

Couples everywhere... I thought as I allow a tear to slip. I see them hugging, kissing and holding hands. Not that I'm jealous, but they make me sad. Couples reminds me of two years ago.

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"Is it done?" I asked with a giggle as I tried to scrub down the wall that was covered in cookie dough and dried flour. 

"Not yet," he replied as I heard the oven slam then a pair of hands around my waist, making me smile. Today, my boyfriend and I were attempting to bake cookies today, but it turned out to be more of a disaster. After about six different attempts, we've finally managed to put a batch into the oven. I whirled around to face him and stared into those cerulean eyes of his and suddenly felt the smile on my face slip away. 

He saw the look on my face and placed his hands upon my cheek. I felt a jolt of electricity shock me as he did. Every time he does this, it's like the first. The first kiss, the first date, the first laugh. Our love never died through all these years. 

"Angel, what's wrong?" He asked me as he touched his forehead against mine. I let out a weak smile and shut my eyes as I felt the hot breath of him against my own. I wanted to stay like this forever. But forever always had an end right? 

"Nothing..." I say in barely a whisper. I could feel the tears building up already. He moved his hands to my hair and gently stroked it, almost knowing I'm upset. 

"I won't be gone too long, I promise," he finally said as he planted a soft kiss on me just as the salty tears escaped. In a few weeks, he's going to be going off to join the Army. It's been decided by his step-dad as a way to get rid of him. 

"But what if—" I pull away, my mouth tasting a little bit salty from my tears. I sniffed a little as he hushed me into an embrace. He ran his hands through my hair again as he softly whispered "shh"

Three months after he'd left was the day I received the letter. That week, I hadn't received any word from him and figured he was busy so I carried on with my life.

On the afternoon of the first Tuesday of May was when a letter came once again. I was so eager to open it that I practically dropped the groceries I was carrying and ripped open the letter.

I read the first line. It wasn't from him.

Dear Family and Friends who receive this letter,

We are sad to say that your solider has either been severely injured in war or has passed away.

But please know that they did not die in vain but rather as a hero for our nation.

That was as far as I'd read. The rest of the letter had been smudged and covered with tears that I'd shed. I couldn't believe he was gone. Just dead.

I felt my stomach twist into a million knots and my lips quivering in shock. I raced up the stairs and into my room as I slammed the door shut.

Suddenly, every memory of him flashed through my mind.

Our first date at the annual Carnival where he'd won a teddy bear for me and we had so much cotton candy that we had a stomach ache.

The time he wrote me a song and sang it to me when my mom and I had a bad fight. He sang it until I'd fallen asleep. He called it my lullaby.

The first kiss we shared. It was out in the rain after our first fight over some stupid thing I couldn't even remember. I'd been really upset and ran away when he found me in the middle of the street in the pouring rain with a sprained ankle. He kissed me there and told me he loved me. I forgave him as he carried me home like a princess. The next week, we were both sick in bed and spent every minute on the phone together.

The one time where I'd been grounded for being out with him too late and was trapped in my room when he threw a rock at my window and helped me sneak out of my bedroom just get ice cream.

But now, all the memories of him felt so distant.

Feeling myself peeling back into reality, I saw a girl running off, crying as a guy stood there with another girl.

Without really thinking, I walked up to the guy and slapped him in the face.

"Be lucky you had a girl who loved you," I simply implied. Then, I turned around and left with a smirk on my face and for a second, just a second, I thought I saw his face as well, giving me a smile and a wink.