We ran down the beach, laughing the whole time. “Catch me if you can!” I yelled and soon felt him lifting me. “Got you.” he said kissing my cheek. He stopped running and placed me on the sand. I grabbed his hand and pulled him down next to me. We sat in silence for a few minutes, staring at the waves. The sun was setting and the tide was rising closer and closer to our outstretched feet. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him staring at me. I turned to him and laughed. I raised my eyebrows in confusion and he leant closer to me. He brushed a piece of hair out of my face and brought me in for a kiss. It was short and simple but had a lot packed in it. When he pulled away his eyes opened slowly. “I love you.” he said. This was the first time he’s ever said that to me. I reluctantly said it back and started laughing. His look was still serious, “No I mean I really love you. One day, I want to marry you. I want to grow old with you and have children, grandchildren. I want you forever and ever.”
I was taken back by his words, they meant so much. All the things I wanted, he wanted to. I grabbed his hands and looked straight into his eyes. “Well we better get started then.” He smiled and got up, helping me up. He got down on one knee, which I wasn’t expecting, and looked up at me. “Will you do me the honor of being my wife?” he asked. “I don’t have a ring but I’ll get one and-” I cut him off with a kiss that none of us wanted to break. “I guess that’s a yes.” he said, short of breath. Our foreheads were still touching and I had my hands around his neck, his arms around my waist. I bit my lip and nodded, he smiled and kissed me again. We walked off to the car and headed back to my parents house. We walked in and sat on the couch in front of them. “Mom, Dad..” I started. I looked at Cameron with pleading eyes for him to tell them. They always liked listening to him more than me. “We’re getting married!” he smiled. They had excited looks on their faces as they got up and hugged both of us. I looked at the room filled with the people I love the most in my life and smiled.
I looked at myself in the long mirror. “You look beautiful!” my mom said, placing her hands on my shoulder. I smiled at her and saw that she had tears forming in her eyes. “Mom please don’t cry, you’re gonna make me cry.” I said smiling. She wiped away her small tears and looked me up and down again. “That boy is gonna get a run for his money when he sees you walking down that aisle!” she said. I laughed and turned around again to look at myself. The long strapless cinderella dress was beautiful. It was simple and classic, everything I valued. My veil went almost down to the bottom of my dress and matched it perfectly. The planner walked in and smiled at me, “Showtime!” My stomach filled with butterflies as I left the room. I was handed my bouquet of dandelions and waited behind my bridesmaids for my turn down the aisle. My stomach dropped as I heard my cue come on and seats creaking as everyone stood up. I looked at my dad and he gave me a reassuring look, I could do this. We turned the corner and I heard a gasp. I saw my groom at the end of the aisle with a huge grin on his face. My veil was over my face in the front, classic style, but I could see him perfectly clear. The walk to the end of the aisle felt never ending and as soon as I was there, my dad handed me over to him. I looked into his eyes and mouthed ‘I love you’ he mouthed ‘i love you too’. I never took my eyes off of his the whole ceremony. “By the power vested in me, by the state of California, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” He slowly lifted the veil over my face and I felt his familiar lips touch mine. As we sat there kissing under the alter, we heard people clapping. We pulled apart and smiled at our friends and family. I wanted nothing in the world than to be with him forever.
I waited for him to come home, but he didn’t. I was worried, a trip to the store down the street shouldn’t be taking this long. I called his phone repeatedly but no one answered. As I nervous habit I twirled my wedding ring up and down my finger. I shouldn’t be worrying like this, the doctor told me that this close to my due date I should be relaxed. I decided to sit on the couch and wait. I got a call a few minutes later and answered it, when I did I dropped the phone on the floor. “Yes, he’s been admitted to WestBrook Hospital after a fatal car crash. He’s on heart monitors and-” I ended the phone call and rushed to the hospital. I parked and jogged in, as much as I could with my 8 and a half month stomach. I stopped at the reception desk and the lady asked if I was in labor. “No, I’m-I’m looking for my husband. He was in a car crash.” The nurse got a really upset look on her face and called a doctor over. He sat me down and told me what happened. 10 minutes before I got there, his heart stopped beating. They couldn’t revive him. I broke down and he told me I could say my final goodbyes.
I looked across the room at him. He was still, his eyes closed. Tears were streaming down my face as I walked to the side of the hospital bed. I grabbed his hand and began to weep. I wiped my tears, he wouldn’t want me to be crying. I looked at his pale face again, remembering how full of life it used to be. Another single tear rolled down my cheek as I bent down and kissed his forehead. “I love you Cameron.”
So this is sad, I know and I skip around a lot but I wanted to write it like this. I would love some feedback, thanks for reading