*WARNING*
This story is really sad in some parts!
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I was sitting on the wooden fishing dock. I was was wearing my navy blue Aeropostale dress, the one that Sam loved the most. Just thinking about Sam made me feel like my heart got smashed on a tile floor like glass. Sam was gone, I'd never see him again. I had my feet dangling in the water, and I look over to the left side of me.. hoping that Sam might be there, but he never will.
Sam was in a bad accident a year ago today. He was driving over to my house to pick me up for our date. There was a drunk driver on the road and he ran into my Sammy. Sam lost control of the wheel and the car rolled 3 times. He hit his head really bad, and he got a terrible concussion. When the ambulance got there it was too late.. he was gone. That day was our 10 month anniversary... Almost a year into our relationship. Today would be our 1 year and 10 month anniversary.
I slowly got my feet out of the water. I put my brown Abercrombie sandals on and stood up. I ran inside of my house and grabbed a bouquet of roses that I bought earlier. I walked outside slowly, looking down at out paved driveway. I looked up and saw my car. I opened my door and sat down then closed it. I put the roses I had in my hand in the passenger seat. I started the car and it let out a "VROOM" then I put it in reverse then backed out of our driveway. I put it in drive and started driving away from my house. I looked over and imagined Sam in the passenger seat. His glowing white smile, his green eyes glittering in the sunlight, his rosy red cheeks, and him looking over at me and saying "I love you" with his cheeks getting rosier. I looked back onto the road and focused on where I was going.. to visit Sam.
When I got to the cemetary where Sam was buried I stopped my car and slowly got out. I started to mourn as I spotted Sam's grave. I walked over to the other side of my car and opened the door to get the roses out. I slammed the car door and ran over to Sam's grave. It read "Samuel J. Woolf. April 19, 1996- August 26, 2014" I fell to my knees, as I was now too weak to stand. Sam was a big part of my life, now he's gone. "WHY DID I PLAN THIS DATE?!" I yelled as it echoed throughout the cemetary. I feel now that I was the one that killed Sam, so maybe I should end my life as well so I could see him again so we could be together forever.
I looked up at the sky, hoping that Sam would see me at the cemetary. I whispered his name. "Sam" I whispered. My voice was very shaky because I've been crying. Tears were still running down my face. "Everythings going to be alright" I heard a voice say. I look up into the direction where I heard the voice came from. I wiped all of the tears out of my eyes with the side of my hand and blinked to get a better view of who it was. Once my vision cleared up I realized that it was Alex.
I stood up and looked at him. We couldn't say anything.. so I walked closer to him and started hugging him. He started hugging me back. I put my hands around his waist and he put his hands around my back. One hand went up and down my back as the other one held me tightly up against him. I leaned my head on his shoulder. We were swaying back and forth as the breeze jently blew up against us. The breeze dried up most of my tears, and my eyes were starting to make more. I could hear Alex starting to cry too.
"Rest in piece, Sam" I whispered.
