Moments

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As hard as I try to forget that day, my mind always seems to flashback to that horrible event. Why did it have to be her? Why did my Emily have to be killed? It just wasn’t fair. It should’ve been me, not her.

 

I sat on my couch with my Nando’s takeout and football turned on. England was losing again, not that I really minded since I wasn’t actually paying attention to the game. My eyes only let me see blurred visions since they have been swollen for weeks now. I just can’t stop crying, the tears are forever present in the ducts of my eyes.

 

I pushed my Nando’s chicken aside and laid my head back on the arm of the couch. My eyes felt heavy and eventually I drifted off into a dark sleep. The dream seemed to flash into my mind as soon as I hit REM, and I couldn’t stop it. It was all the events from that day flashing through my head for what seemed like hours.

 

We were heading out for a date night at the cinema. She looked gorgeous. Her dark brown hair was curled slightly; she was wearing a t-shirt, skinny jeans and vans. Even though it was casual, she still looked like a model to me.

 

“Babe, we need to get popcorn!” She said to me as we got into the cinema.

 

“Of Course. You know how much I love food. I could never pass up popcorn.” I replied with a chuckle.

 

She laughed and kissed me. We had been dating for almost a year now and I still felt butterflies whenever we kissed. I knew she would be the girl I would marry. Suddenly camera flashes filled the insides of my eyelids. We moved our faces back and saw a group of girls who recognized me start to take pictures. Emily and I both started laughing as we waved to the young girls. I signed a few autographs and took a couple pictures and then we headed into the movie.

 

We decided on seeing the new Adam Sandler movie since we both loved his sense of humor. Plus we both enjoyed comedies very much. Half way through the movie, she reached down and grabbed my hand without breaking eye contact from the screen. I took it and gave it a reassuring squeeze. We had the type of relationship that we could say something without even opening our mouths.

 

When the movie ended we were both laughing hysterically, walking towards the train hand in hand. I still had not gotten my license since I was travelling too much, but I needed to get on that.

 

“It’s such a nice night,” Emily said to me, looking right into my eyes, “Can we walk home please!” She said batting her eyes. It was a risky move because if people recognized me it would get hectic and fast. But I couldn’t say no to her.

 

“Alright. But only cause I can’t say no to those gorgeous brown eyes.”

 

We headed into the night towards our flat. It was about a twenty minute walk so it wasn’t too bad. Emily was telling me a joke and this was the last memory I would have of her loving laugh. We were walking past a small park on the side of town and we could see a few people that were there despite the late hours.

 

As soon as we got closer I realized it was a gang. I decided to just keep walking and pretend like we couldn’t see them when one of the guys saw me.

 

“Hey! I know you. Your Niall Horan from that boy band. Aren’t you?”