She answers her blarring cell phone wearily. Why does he call me so early. A tear is shed, cascading down her gentle cheek.

The boy was in a car crash, her boy was in a car crash.

She glances out the window, remembering the two holding hands along the beach front. Laughing like there wasn’t a single thing in the world that could tear them apart.

Days pass, the girl has a tramatized heart. Some one knocks on her door. She droopily answers it with no heart.

Impossible. They hug in the door way, cherishing the moment. All the boy has is a few bandages & gauzes.

The two promise for nothing to come between them, for the rest of their everlasting lives.