Not Every Story has a Happy Ending
Fiction Story
Her name was Madelyn and I met her when I was only five. You see our parents grew up together and had moved away when both of us were born, but due to lack of financial issues had moved back to each other's old town.
I don't remember much when I was five, but I do remember when we were fifteen and our mothers decided for us to be home schooled with the same program. We lived in the smallest town right outside Mt. Shasta, and not many people went to public schools anymore. We were starting our freshman year in a small two bedroom house at the end of August.
Little Madelyn was the sweetest girl I had ever met, and the only person who truly showed me the meaning of love. Our studies were finished before lunch time, and that left the rest of the day for us to go fishing, or hunting, or whatever our hearts desired. To us this was the life.
It was around Christmas time of our sophomore year and we were rapidly growing very fond of each other. We weren't like most teenagers our age..and we barely ever fought. We had just finished our last chapter of English before taking two weeks off for Christmas, as the little white flakes began to flutter downward. Cute, innocent Madelyn ran outside, screaming with joy.
You see Christmas was her favorite time of year, and this Christmas would be white after-all. I ran outside next to her, and she gave me the prettiest little grin I had ever seen escape from her face, and I couldn't help but smile back. Then she said something very serious, "Joel...you know what? I think I love you."
With that our friendship grew even more, as the days and weeks past, then months, and even years. Our relationship was the highlight of both our lives. Her kisses were sweeter than any candy I had ever tasted, and her smell was totally captivating. I never wanted to be without her, and I thought I would never have to be.
Until the Spring of our Senior year. We were getting ready to graduate, and were so excited to get out of our little town. We had big plans to travel the world, and see major landmark on the earth.
It was a Monday morning, and her mother had asked her to go into Mt. Shasta for a few things. She drove over to my house that morning and leaped into my arms. We kissed for a few moments and then she was off. That was the last time I ever spoke with her.
You see..on the way to Mt. Shasta..she was hit by a big semi truck, and thrown from the car about 200 feet. She suffered major head trauma, and was in a comma for 5 months. Till the awful day she passed September 27th, 2000.
I am now 24, and currently attending Stanford University. She was my one and only girl, the one I would die for. I loved her more than anything. Maybe one day I might love again, but until that day...this is me. My heart broken, even to this day, in a million shattered pieces.
I don't remember much when I was five, but I do remember when we were fifteen and our mothers decided for us to be home schooled with the same program. We lived in the smallest town right outside Mt. Shasta, and not many people went to public schools anymore. We were starting our freshman year in a small two bedroom house at the end of August.
Little Madelyn was the sweetest girl I had ever met, and the only person who truly showed me the meaning of love. Our studies were finished before lunch time, and that left the rest of the day for us to go fishing, or hunting, or whatever our hearts desired. To us this was the life.
It was around Christmas time of our sophomore year and we were rapidly growing very fond of each other. We weren't like most teenagers our age..and we barely ever fought. We had just finished our last chapter of English before taking two weeks off for Christmas, as the little white flakes began to flutter downward. Cute, innocent Madelyn ran outside, screaming with joy.
You see Christmas was her favorite time of year, and this Christmas would be white after-all. I ran outside next to her, and she gave me the prettiest little grin I had ever seen escape from her face, and I couldn't help but smile back. Then she said something very serious, "Joel...you know what? I think I love you."
With that our friendship grew even more, as the days and weeks past, then months, and even years. Our relationship was the highlight of both our lives. Her kisses were sweeter than any candy I had ever tasted, and her smell was totally captivating. I never wanted to be without her, and I thought I would never have to be.
Until the Spring of our Senior year. We were getting ready to graduate, and were so excited to get out of our little town. We had big plans to travel the world, and see major landmark on the earth.
It was a Monday morning, and her mother had asked her to go into Mt. Shasta for a few things. She drove over to my house that morning and leaped into my arms. We kissed for a few moments and then she was off. That was the last time I ever spoke with her.
You see..on the way to Mt. Shasta..she was hit by a big semi truck, and thrown from the car about 200 feet. She suffered major head trauma, and was in a comma for 5 months. Till the awful day she passed September 27th, 2000.
I am now 24, and currently attending Stanford University. She was my one and only girl, the one I would die for. I loved her more than anything. Maybe one day I might love again, but until that day...this is me. My heart broken, even to this day, in a million shattered pieces.
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