Unbroken promises

We were walking down the side walk holding hands, and it was absolutely perfect. I loved walking through utica square, but ever since Daniel got here, it was like walking through heaven. I glanced at him through the corner of my eye, and of course he caught me. His smile, the glint in his eyes, the flick of his blonde 'bieber' hair, it all made me melt. "What are you looking at ladybug?" I loved the nickname, it's one of many. "I just saw this really hot guy is all. You wouldn't be interested." I replied in my flirty sarcastic manor that I knew he adored. "Well, while I go get coffee over there and secretly scope out the culprit trying to steal my girl, how 'bout you sit here and try to not look at said hot guys butt as he walks away." I pushed him in the direction of Starbucks and stared after him longingly. His gray v-neck that I usually slept in hugged his form perfectly. His torn and battered skinny jeans that he always wore did make his butt look really good. I decided to text him and tell him I missed him, and offer him a quarter if he'd come back to me. "baby hurry with that moca or just walk your sexy boo. . . ." That's as far as I ever got in the text. It's probably still in my drafts in my phone; where ever my phone is. I don't care anymore. I probably could've stopped it if I hadn't been on the fucking thing in the first place. Hi, my name is Delilah Darson, and a drunk driver swerved into the Starbucks stand that the love of my life was at, and it killed him.