The Happiness Inside Her

Prompt one: Kayla meets someone on the internet and goes on a blind date to a cafe only to meet someone she never thought she'd see again. Enjoy the Story!

I'm scared. Really scared. Of going back out there. Of the pain I might gain. When he died I never ever thought I would be ready. But here I am, standing outside a cafe, wearing makeup, heals and a dress. Why, I don't I know. I guess I'm tired of waiting around. Also because my sister, Rachel, forced me.

Phillip was gentle and sweet. I don't think I'm going to make it through this date. Not with him always on my mind.

It's not fair to any guy I meet. Because he will never be him. And that's who I want. I want Phillip. I will not be able to be in a relationship while mourning him.
It's been 2 years. Get out there. If only she knew my pain.

Phillip Mason was a gift to me. He was the thing that could always make me laugh, when I was sobbing the second before. I loved him with all my heart. How could I not? And now he's dead.

My Phillip. Dead because of me. I could've saved him. I was cowardly and stupid. And now I'll never see him again.

Flashback
We walk over to the pool, which was strangely empty. Phillip jumps in, fully clothed. Of course he did. I stand back, smiling at his antics. Phillip splashes around like a little kid, smiling happily. He splashes me, soaking my outfit.

"Phillip, stop it! Your going to get me all wet!" I shriek.
"And why would that make me stop? " He smirks and my heart flutters. Stop it. I scold myself. Focus.
Phillip jerks my arm when I walk closer and I fall into the pool. The water is cool and slick, embracing us. I break through the water and gasp for air. He pull me close and suddenly we're kissing.

Later that day, my sister asks me why I'm so happy. I said that some days are just happy. Some just keep you smiling.

Little did I know, that I wouldn't have a day like that for a long time.

I check my watch. Late. Or he stood me up. I assumed the later. I hoped the later. I didn't even know this person. I didn't want to know this person. My sister set us up. Tired of waiting for this guy, I turn to walk into the cafe.

"Wait! Are you Kayla?" I stop at the familiar voice.
" Yes. "I answer without looking back. "Who are you? Rachel never said your name." I turn around and gasp at the face I see. He chuckles at my expression. Pure hatred. It must be.

"My name is James Anderson. I'm the guy who killed your boyfriend. And now it's time for you to join him in Hell." He pulls out a gun, and the last thing I see are his cold dark eyes staring down at me.