Category : Stories

Sub Category : YoungAdult

“Do you remember the first time we met?” he mumbled, desperate to get her to remember how they felt 4 years ago. She was mad at him but he didn’t know why. “I do” She was not smiling like she normally would. He didn’t know why. “What did you feel in that moment” She was not looking at him. Just staring off into the distance. He didn’t know why. “And I felt the same way” he banked confidently. “Did you”…“I did” he knew she was still mad. And though he did know this and many other things, he didn’t know all the dreadful things that she knew, and that in fact was exactly why she was uneasy. “And I still do now” though she was sitting straight and brave, tears were streaming down her cheeks. “I think I should go, you need to get some sleep” he stated, saddened that she was still so shook, but even worse that he didn’t know why. “No” she peeped.“Please… Stay” That night they fell asleep in each other’s arms and ignored all the things that were troubling them. For him of course, it was the fact that she couldn’t look into his eyes without sobbing. Her, well that’s a bigger, longer story.



Ever since she was a child, she would have dreams. Visions if you will. The strange thing about them? They would always come true. Everything she ever saw in her sleep, would happen later on. Sometimes it would be a hard test that would happen next week, others it was a grandfather that would be in an accident in a few months. She had learned to ignore it, not telling anybody about her experiences of course. But sometimes she couldn’t. This was one of those times. The woman in this story, called Blaire, had met a young boy that she learned to love, he was called Asher. And in her learning to love him, she learned to love everything about him. She learned everything about him and everything she learned, she loved. And of course, he did the same thing. He loved all of her good traits and when he met the bad, they suddenly weren’t bad at all. Long story short they were mad for each other and die to keep the other safe. Although it wasn’t until a few years ago she thought it’d actually have to come to that. Blaire was a good student. She was healthy. She was smart, and rather beautiful as well. But one night she woke up in tears, screaming. Why? Because in the terrible dream she was forced to watch, Asher was murdered. This was why she couldn’t look at him. This was why she cried herself to sleep every night. This was why her grades were sinking in such a way that they were. But the question was, how would she stop it? She wouldn’t. She couldn’t. Of course he didn’t know these things. He hadn’t the faintest idea about this. But unfortunately, she did, and she knew it wouldn’t be easy to forget.



Although she knew he would die, she did not know when it would happen. In her dream it was dark. Therefore every time the sky darkened in her town, she would call him to know he was still breathing and to hear that his heart was still beating. She called him a lot. Just to hear his voice. Just to hear his words. She did this because she knew, that any given words he spoke had the ability to be his last ones.



Every time I tell this story, I act like he did not notice her odd behavior. I could say that. But that is a lie. He did notice and it worried him deeply. He was scared, not that she was losing interest in him, but that he was not losing interest in her. He thought that every time she refused to look in his eyes she just didn’t want to, but what he didn’t know, is that the reason she avoided his eyes was because the longer she starred in his eyes, the harder it would be to lose them. And it was true. She knew it was. Not just his eyes. His everything. She didn’t wear his jacket like she had before, knowing that his scent wouldn’t last forever. And she avoided his hands touching hers, keeping in mind that that touch, that feeling, was exactly the kind of thing you could get addicted to. And she did. “So what do you want to do after you graduate” he’d asked her months before. “Well I plan to go to art school but I’m not sure yet” … “I think you’d be a great artist” she blushed. “I want to live in Europe, have a family” he stated, smiling at the thought of their futures merging together. These were the times she remembered. The times that made her devastated now, but would do much worse after his passing. She never realized how much she loved him until she figured out she was going to lose him forever. She took for granted all the time they’d spent together. She never noticed how amazing she felt when he was around until she faced the devastating truth that he wouldn’t be around much longer. One night as the sky darkened, she got a twisted feeling in the pit of her stomach. Not like the butterflies she felt when he touched her. This was a bad feeling. She called him. No answer. She called him again. No answer. She called him over and over again and with the click of every button on her phone her heart raced faster and faster until it stopped… Both Blaire and Asher lay unconscious. One dead. One almost. A few hours later she awoke, soon remembering that the love of her life was gone forever. She later received a phone call from a sobbing woman that was his mother, telling her that he was dead and giving her the details of the funeral. She went to the memorial, and lived on. Every once in a while she would visit his grave and speak to him as she would if he were still there with her. But he wasn’t. Sometimes when she would come to his grave she would be devastated or depressed. Others, angry. She led herself to believe she could have saved him. She blamed herself for his perish. She hated herself for being the only one in the entire world that could have helped him. But she didn’t, and for that, she wanted to die as well. “every night for seven months I watched you die over and over again but never once did I do anything about it, and when I called you that night and you didn’t answer I knew something was wrong” Tears were rolling down her pale face faster, and harder than they ever had before. “But I didn’t do anything. I was never mad at you. I was mad that I couldn’t love you forever” For the first time in Blaire’s life, she felt… hopeless. Like there was nothing to look forward to. Like everything that could happen next would be as bad as everything in the past. Within the next year, her grades went from A’s to F’s, her mother made her attend therapy, and her teachers advised she be taken out of school. Her whole life was like a dark tunnel that seemed impossible to escape. Until one night when Blaire went to sleep that night something happened that she never would have expected. Something that for the first time in a long while, seemed alright.