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I replayed this memory over and over in my head, my lips still felt tingly from the last time his lips touched mine; forever. I still couldn’t believe he was gone; he was all I had ever wanted and more. I had already planned our whole lives out together, I wanted to marry him. We had been dating for 5 years; ever since we were 12.
The accident hadn’t even been his fault, or mine. It was the other crazy driver’s who ran the red light. We were listening to the radio, his hand entwined in mine, when there was a crash. A car ran straight through the red light and hit the driver’s side right on. They say that Evan died within seconds of the accident. I had just ended up with many cuts and bruises, and a broken hand, the one who had been holding his. They say I was lucky to have lived, let alone only escaped with mere cuts and bruises. But honestly, I wished that I had gone with him. I couldn’t picture my life without him.
As I sat in the pew, staring up at Evan’s mother sharing memories with friends and family, I couldn’t hear what she was saying. It was all a jumble. My whole body was numb. I couldn’t feel anything, though I was aware of the hot tears spilling down my face, and my quiet sobbing into my mother’s chest. I couldn’t think of anything except that my one love was gone, forever. I would never be able to look in his blue eyes again or hear the sound of his laugh, or see his smile that could brighten my day.
I was like a zombie; I was on earth physically, but not mentally. After the service, we drove over to the grave site for the lowering of the coffin, and our final goodbyes. After everybody had left, I still sat in front of the grave. I didn’t want to say goodbye.
“It’s time to go Faith.” I vaguely heard my mom say from behind me. I felt her gently arms helping me get up. I threw the two roses I was holding into the hole onto his coffin, one fake, and one real. To symbolize that my love was real, but it would never die.
“G-good-goodbye E-evan.” I choked out between sobs, “I l-love y-you.” And then I lost it. I just collapsed in sobs. I felt strong arms lift me up, I didn’t know who it was, but I was guessing that it was my dad. Frankly, I didn’t care though. I was a wreck.
I vaguely remember the car ride home, or being brought up to my room and set down in my queen bed. I missed him. I loved him. I wanted back. How could he do this to me? How? He said he loved me, he said he wanted to spend forever with me; he said he’d never leave me. And now he was gone.
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