Two Broken Hearts

(Ryan's P.O.V.)

*flashback*

I put on my navy blue muscle t-shirt and a pair of jeans. A grin appears on my face from the other times I've come to church with her. We are both holy triers yet saviors to the other. 

She's my saving grace and I'm her savior. 

My dad drives me to the church and they are always in the basement. I walk down to the basement and as always, a pair of baby brown eyes catch mine by the same girl I'm being saved by. I get a load of "hello's" and sit next to her. Her hand rubs my shoulder and she lays her head on the table. I put my arm next to her head as she nuzzles her head against my arm. 

She's sleepy...

I feel it. 

I watch as my head lays against the table and she sits back up. She tries to pay attention and glances over at me carefully. She studies my moves and rubs her hand on my arm.

*end of flashback*

Ever since then, I was banned from coming to church with her. 

Her family hated me, for no reason. I won't forget all the things we've done there, all our memories. She's always been beautiful, even in her youth. She's also been my saving grace for quite some time on top of that. I've never loved someone as I have her and I'd do anything for that silly, cute, adorable Blue-haired girl. Even if it meant losing everything I've worked hard to get, I'd still do anything. I love her. 

I look at my phone and see the time as 9:15. I have work with her in 30 minutes. I grab my phone and send her a quick text stating "Biscuits and gravy with sweet tea and a Red Velvet Frappuccino on the way, then maybe we'll go for a light lunch and some shopping later?" She replies "Sounds delicious. That sounds perfect, on to Adam...wish me luck." I say "All your luck is right here. Good luck baby."