It was last year on December 24 of 2013 on Christmas Eve. That was the last time our eyes connected. Out of everything that happened, I had to remember that. I was such a foolish girl. I couldn't save him ,but he saved me. What was I thinking? Knowing myself I probably wasn't thinking at all.
We were having the time of our lives, but too bad I hadn't enough time to save him. And I won't waste time telling you how it all went....
The snow was coming down like white flower petals from daisies - his favorite flower out of all time. He said the white flowers reminded him of light and not the darkness that would always creeped into him. He also said that I was his light.
The thought of me remembering him saying those words burn my thoughts every time.
" Come on babe, " he said grabbing my wrist softly as I started to unlock the front door with my other hand. I couldn't stop myself from giggling. I thought it was going to be the day we finally sleep together. How dumb of I to think such a wonderful thing would happen. We were in love even though people kept telling us we didn't actually know what love was.
When we made it into my kitchen, he went over to my cabinet and took out fresh scented candles. I raised up my eyebrow questioningly. " I want it to be romantic for you. " he smile at me while saying that.
Oh Tristan, he was so cheesy but adorable.
I smiled back at him nervously. " That's.... cute. "
" Babe, if you don't want to - "
" No no.... I want to. " I stopped him before he can say anything else. And it was the truth. I was ready. I loved Tristan so much.
He walked towards me and kissed my forehead as his hands slowly made it down to my waist. I wrapped my hands around his neck for support so my legs won't give in and make me fall. He kissed me on my lips passionately and it felt like my throat haven't got a taste of his lips on mines forever.
We stopped and went up to my room upstairs to set up things for us. He said he wanted to make this special for me. He wanted the whole night to be perfect. I had put my trust in him and prayed that he was right. Well at least he was half right.
" I have the red rose petals. " I said wiggling my eyebrows playfully. Tristan laughed at me and put his hand on his forehead.
" Princess, let me do the eyebrow thing. " he said still chuckling a bit. " you look so weird doing it. " he layed us both on my soft blue California king bed and started to leave hot trails of his kisses from my neck all the way to my hips. I tried not to moan. I had neighbors and I certainly did not want them to here us having sex for the first time.
Yes, Tristan was a virgin also. When we first met, we both told each other that we will give our sins up to each other when both are ready. I guess I thought Christmas Eve was going to be that day. We have been planning it for a month before December. We even went on the internet to see if we can have a pleasurable first time. At the beginning I wasn't so sure if I was ready. Maybe I was just hopelessly in love, but i knew that i trusted him and he trusted me. Tristan on the other hand was more frighten than I. Every once a week he would try to get me to change my mind but I didn't let him.
As he slowly crawled on top of me I put my arms around his bare back and started clenching my nails in his back ribs. He let out a his and reached for my belt while while kissing me on the lips. Minutes later all of clothes were off instead of our underwear. Before he can reach the second buckle of my bra strap, I pushed him off quickly and sat up. Tristan landed on the floor hard.
" Ow, " he said getting up from the floor " Are you okay babe? " he asked me sitting up from the bed. I should have been the one asking him that. But my mind and nose was set on something else. I sniffed the air in the room to see if I was playing mind games with myself. I looked over to my boyfriend and he did the same back to me.
" Do you smell it too? " I asked him. He nodded his head yes and start handing me my clothes.
" I think its a fire. " he rushed his clothes on and so did I. That day was supposed to be the day. Something bad has to get in way. " follow me slowly down the stairs. "
I sighed. " okay. " We both stood up from the bed and went out of my room. As we walked farther down the stairs, the smell gotten more hevy that I went to coughing mode. I put my hand over my nose to block out it out but I failed unsuccessfully. Tristan told me to stay put while he left into the kitchen. Seconds later he came our with black stain marks all over his face hands and clothes.
" Baby we have to get out! " he yelled as the living room door burst into flames. He grabbed my hands quickly and we ran towards the front door of the house so the fires won't get to us. I could have died that night. " Oh God please forgive us of what we where about to sin! " I thought at the time. At first I believed that it was God telling us to wait a few more years so we wouldn't get damn. Then if that was the case then why did he punished my boyfriend and not me?
When we opened the front door there were flames blocking us from going outside to safety.
" Dammit! " Tristan punched the wall out of frustration. I put my hands on top of his and kissed him on the cheek. He stared at me confused.
" Lets just make our way out a window or another door. " I told him calmly even though I was more scare than he was. I didn't want us both to die.
After ten minutes of looking for a window to escape from, we were back to the room. He let down the huge latter and told me to go down first. I wanted us to go down at the same time but he said the latter couldn't support the both of us. I gave him soft kiss before climbing down. I looked around the backyard for a few seconds before putting my feet to the ground.
" I'm coming down now! " my eyes went directly to his as he touched the latter. Before he could put one feet on it, the bedroom curtains went bursting into flames out of nowhere. I screeched as some of the fire touched Tristan. The fire in the house must have made its way upstairs and into me too. I didn't even knew that was possible.
" Tristan hang in there! " I yelled. " I'm going to get something from that garage, hold on babe! " He quickly nodded his head. I jumped over the fence and ran my way towards the garage. I took my father's key to it and it opened right up. I need to find ht watering hoes fast to take out some of the fire.
" There it is. " I grabbed it and went back out the door. When I made it bad Tristan was holding on to my window. It looked as though he was about to fall.
" I'm going to water out the flames from the front door so you can get out! " I yelled up at him. " Run to the front of my house now! " I didn't let him say a word. He didn't tried to. Instead he listened to what i said and turned around to run where my front dooor was at. I ran as fast as I could and then finally, I made it. I turn the water on and connected the hoes to the water pipe. I directly put it to the door's direction and water started to come out as I pushed on the hoes button. Some of the flames went away and there was my lovely boyfriend. He ran towards the door. The second he almost made it, flames came out of nowhere and lit up over him from his feet all the way up nearly touching his face.
" Noooooooooo! " I screamed as loud as I can. Tears made their way from my eyes down to my chin and fell on the ground as I stood there frozen. I was in shocked. I shook my head, " No, this is not happening today! " I ran near the fire as I tried reaching for his hands. He grabbed hold to my right arm firmly as the both of eyes looked into each other.
" Let go. " he whispered barley breathing. He pushed me back and let the rest of the fire cover him up. I didn't knew what to say or what to do. Tristan sacrificed his life for me to to stay alive. I landed on the snow on both knees watching the fire as it knocked everything in my house into dust. I felt paralyzed like I couldn't move. I could hear everything in the background. The sounds of police cars and fire trucks making their way to my house. I suddenly could hear people mumbling and whispering as some of them gasped at my house.
I didn't care what people said about me from that day on. Their ignorance became irrelevant, but his death became notorious and my heart burned just like he did.
