We Will Be Okay

The Crash

It happened so fast.

I saw June's face before it all happened. I turned to the passenger's side and I was just in awe of his beauty. How can someone be this angelic even in sleep? His skin was blue from the light of the moon, the bridge of his nose cut through the moonlight and gave his beautiful face the right amount of shadow. He was an angel, indeed, but a thief at the same time. How come someone so good steal someone else's heart? I cried a little at that thought.

It happened so fast that I was not able to see it coming. 

The subtle light from the moon was suddenly replaced with the brightest light I had ever seen. His skin turned white and all that shadow was immediately replaced with harsh, almost like the sun's, kind of brightness. It was not there earlier. It was not there before I turned to June. It was not there before I looked at God's masterpiece beside me. It was not there when I realized that I could never live a life without him. It was not there when I realized that my life would never be the same if I lose him. 

And as these fleeting moments took their end, June's eyes, his hazel eyes, finally opened and before the light covered everything around us, he looked at me. 

Then it was all black.