Our Song

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 21, 2017

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Our Song.

Why am I doing it, putting myself through the pain of listening to it? Our song.....from the first moment I heard it. Do you remember when that was?

Two years ago now.....how could the time have sped by so fast? We were out on a class trip, walking across hills and fields in search of......what? I really can’t remember quite what it was we were meant to be looking for. Mostly it was seen as a chance to get out of the classroom and have a bit of fun. Some of that ground was really rough, with part-hidden rocks and roots to trip up the unwary. And that would have been me.

You were there though. Quickly you reached out your hand, and grabbed my arm. Without your help I would have ended up flat on my face. I’d even braced myself ready for the impact with that rock, but it never came. Instead I found myself staring up into your blue eyes.

I don’t think we’d spoken before then, maybe a quick ‘Hi’ but nothing more. But following my trip you stayed beside me, and I did not want you to go. You even swapped seats so you could sit beside me for the return journey. And that was when it began. Our song played through the entire bus, but it was as though we were just sharing it together.

Two years of dating, of getting closer to each other. Of making promises, of making plans of how our future was going to be. We were never going to be apart – isn’t that what we both said.

If only we’d not gone out that night. Or if we’d left the club earlier.....or later. Either would have worked just as well. But we didn’t. We walked out of that club and there was that couple outside. He was hitting her and she was crying and you being you couldn’t turn a blind eye.

You strode up to them, talking loudly but calmly, trying to get yourself between them. And you did, didn’t you. You put one hand on her and moved her back. She staggered, he shouted, and the shot rang out. You stood for a few seconds, held in place by shock, I guess, and then you fell to the ground.

They ran. Of course they did. I couldn’t even tell you which of them had the gun, which of them pulled the trigger. I ran to your side, sat beside you and screamed. There was so much blood, too much; I knew you were not going to make it. The ambulance arrived eventually but they were too late; you had already died in my arms.

And now I listen to that song and think of you, of what we had and what we should still be sharing now. I can no longer cry. My tears have all gone. But you will live on in my memory, forever in our song.


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