What We Remember #MidnightSunMovie

"So ... what happened that night?"

"Well..."

She watched from the bedroom window, excitement running through her. At the first sign of car headlights, she flung open the front door before he even stepped into the front yard. She ran down the steps to leap into his arms.

"Where did you go?"

"Two towns over."

It was cold but he came prepared. She snuggled into the fluffy blue blanket that he insisted for her to wear. In return, she gave him her jacket to put on his lap, hoping that it would at least give him some warmth.

"To do what?"

"We watched the movie Every Day. It was a book that came out in 2012."

He handed her their drinks to hold. She noticed that neither drink had a straw, but Twizzlers in their place.

"How did he know you liked your coke that way?"

"He remembered from last time."

The theater was empty so they had no qualms about talking. And that's what they did. Through the whole movie, they talked, and talked, and talked.

"Were you happy?"

"I don't think I'd ever been happier."

He told her about the time when he had first noticed her at the train station and she confessed that she had liked him since he had thrown that baseball through the living room window.

"How did you get hurt then?"

"I tripped. On. The. Stupid. Blanket."

Her left foot was still on the blanket when the opposite foot tried taking another step. Suddenly she wasn't looking at him anymore. She was looking at the ground. Coming closer. Closer. Closer.

"Would you do it all over again?"

"Yes. Every single part of it."

She put her hands out hoping that it would take part of the impact but didn't feel the rough concrete on her hands. Instead she felt pain. White, hot pain.

"Every part? Wouldn't you want to take out the part when you got hurt?"

"No."

He took his phone out, thinking of who to call. His parents, the doctor, police - someone, anyone. His fingers shaking, fumbling, he put in those three digits and anxiously waited for them to pick up.

"Why?"

"Because, I saw how he reacted when I got hurt. I realized that he cared about me. Really cared. And I cared about him the same way."

They told her she had fractured her wrist because she had reached out to brace herself, which led to thousands of questions. What if she hadn't put out her hands? Would her injuries be less severe? What else would have happened that night if she didn't fall?

"Then... Do you love him?"

"Yes."