Complete (Kennedy Brock One Shot)

Have you ever felt as though you were currently in the presence of something amazing, more spectacular than anything you have ever seen or witnessed before, something that made you feel good, something you had no knowledge of but wanted to know more about, but all in all- something amazing.

Well, that's how I felt right at this moment, except I wasn't referring to a something. More like someone, and she was the most beautiful soul I had ever laid eyes on.

I could see her across the room, spreading around her joy with the bright smile that never once left her face, not even for a second. She was becoming so contagious that for a moment, I found myself crack a slight smile. It felt weird, glancing back at her every once in a while, each time making me feel more curious to turn around again. She was gorgeous, with her long, dark brown hair that rested on her shoulders with ease; her adorably toothy grin; the way she'd sip her drink like a true lady, but she'd joke around with the vocabulary of a sailor; and the fact that she was beaming with the mark of freedom and it shown brighter than the sun.

She was everything that a guy could ever want and the fact that this was the only time I'd ever see her again hurt, because I really did feel like there was something different about her. I wanted to do it, go up and talk to her, but I was to shy too even step another foot closer to her, so I let my true colors show, as well as the coward I knew I was.

The bartender appeared in front of me, asking if I'd like another drink, and all I do is nod. He grabs my glass and vanishes to the other side of the wrap around bar. He comes back a minute later, holding a tall glass of beer, ready for me to gulp down. If this was any other night, I'm sure I'd already been talking to the pretty little thing over there, but tonight was different. I guess you really don't know pain until you go through one or more of three things: death, breakups, or losing the ones you love. I unfortunately went through two of these recently... too recently.

I remember it all so clearly, the way my girlfriend walked up to me nervously, twiddling her thumbs as if she had something hard to say, which she did, and she left me with me a broken and aching heart.

"Stop." I hear Olivia say from behind. I paused, letting the cuff I was buttoning fall limp around my wrist. Tonight we were going out to dinner, something I had been planning for quite a long time. I was going to propose to her, the woman I've been completely head over heels for since high school. She was everything I'd never dreamed of being lucky enough to have, which was a love with a girl like Olivia.

After turning myself around to face her, I notice that she was dressed down in casual clothes far from something she would ever wear for a nice date out. She steps closer to me, but doesn't do anything more than pick at her nails. All she does is just stand at the door of our bedroom in our tiny apartment, looking nervous and a bit shaky. "Babe, what's wrong?" I ask, walking up to her so that I could wipe the tears that were now forming at the rims of her eyes. I cupped her face in my hands and rubbed away the signs of sadness falling from her eyes.

"Kenny..." She whispers, grabbing my hands and pulling them away from her face. "I can't."

"Can't what?" What did she mean by that? It was obvious that something was up and that this perfect dinner I've been thinking about for months just might not happen anymore. Did she mean she couldn't...

She just responds with a shake of her head, sending tears dripping down her face messily, and she seems to just let it out. Every time I would try to touch her, she would just push me away and cover her face. I had no idea what was going on right now and the only thing I could clarify was that my girlfriend was distressing about something, which I didn't like, and I couldn't even do anything to help. "What's going on, Liv?"