The Day It Ended

Part1

It was May. Me and my boyfriend had been going out for the past 6 months. His name was Wesley. He always had something mysterious about him. That's what made him most beautiful.

"Irene, The way your hair glows under the moon is the most amazing thing I've ever experienced."
I sighed. It wasn't a painful sigh, but a thoughtful kind. I ran my hands through his hair. It was medium length for a guy and a sandy brown. He's so gorgeous and he doesn't know how good I have it, being with him.
"Are you okay?"He asked.

"You know, I've had this feeling for a really long time..."

"What kind of feeling?"

"The kind you only feel once in a lifetime." I said softly.

I rolled over onto my stomach closer to him. He fell silent. I wondered if I've gone too far. I hate that about myself... Always second guessing what I say. Wesley still hasn't said anything. Then, he puts his arm around me. We're laying on the ground and I can feel the wet grass squelch from underneath me. I don't care what anyone else thinks, It's romantic to me. I love the way his soft hair feels against my forehead. And I love him. Finally, he responds.

"How?"

"Huh?" I question

"How did I become the luckiest guy on Earth to be with someone as great as you?"

This made me speechless and tears ran down my soft rosy cheeks. He wiped them from my face and left a soft kiss on my cheek. He got up and pulled me up off the ground and gave me a twirl. He pins me up against a tree, and everything afterwards is only a blur.

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I wake up alone in a basement. It's cold and dark. I'm freaking out what happened last night? Did we go too far? I have no idea what happened.

"Hello?" I called.

No answer.

I look around and see empty broken beer bottles scattered across the floor. Is that what really happened? I was scared to death at the idea that we got drunk and wild, and even more mortified when I saw a bed in the corner of the room. Wesley wasn't a bad guy, he could never let this happen to us.

I crawl onto the bed not worried about what has happened in that bed in the past few hours and only concerned about what was to become of me and Wesley. I lay there for what felt like hours when someone ripped open the door and screamed "Irene! I'm so sorry!"

It was Wesley. It did happen, I'm sure of it.

"I'm sorry that you had to sleep down here, it's just that it's our only guest room and I wouldn't sleep in the same bed as you without your consent."

I leapt off the bed and into his arms. Our song started playing again and again in my head because I have no idea how long those tan limbs were wrapped around my shaking body.

"I-I believe you." I finally stammered.

"I hope I haven't ruined our relationship because of thi--"

"No no no, it's fine, everything's fine" I assured him.

I have never more safe than here in his arms.