I don't remember it well. I was 15. A technicolour blur of a beautiful summer day, such promise at the start. I remember waking up, I'd had such a lovely dream. I was jumping out of bed happy. Happy to be alive, happy at the summer day, happy to be seeing the one, true love of my life. I mean, I'd known him a few weeks now, how could someone not be sure of our feelings after that amount of time together? Then I remember the park. The local park is lovely, if you can bring yourself to ignore the mounds of used condoms strewn along the riverbank. I met him. He'd been so lovely to me. He flashed me _that_ smile. I adored him. There was a smell of burning, and some rotten stumps where proud trees once stood. We walked through the daffodils and laughed about a pair of boots that were sinking in some mud. He kissed me fiercely. He held me tightly. I felt safe. Then he didn't let go. 2008-06-13T23:13:50Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/33476 <p>uh-oh! I know where this is going&#8230;</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/33476?basename=70639 2008-06-13T23:13:50Z Mistress Elsha Hawk http://ficlets.com/authors/mistress_elsha_hawk