NOT the Prompt

We stood in the daisy field, the same place where we met so long ago. I placed my hands on my knees, out of breath. He laughed at me, his brilliant ocean eyes crinkling, and his dimples defined. I hit him playfully on the arm. His eyes flicked over my body and suddenly I was self-conscious of the sweatshirt, and jeans I wore. I shivered and pulled my sweatshirt over my hands.

“Are you excited about graduation tomorrow?” He asked breathily. His eyes glowed as he looked at the sunset. His eyes, filled with dreams.

“Of course!” I laughed back “What kind of question even is that?” He breathed out, deeply and smiled.

“Our whole lives have been school. I’m going to go so far away from here. I'll follow you to wherever college you go to. It better not be around here.” He laughed, eyes wide.

“You're not going to college?” I questioned even though I knew his response. I asked him that question a lot. I always wanted him to think better of himself. He didn’t answer. We sighed and looked at the flowers. I looked up from the beautiful daisy and stared at him, my head tilted. He turns to me and laughs.

“What?” I said, hoping he didn’t see me blush. He looked at me, slyly grinning, and placed his arm on my back. A giggle escaped my lips. He leaned closer to me, I could feel his breath. Suddenly realization hits me like a bus. My eyes widen and a tear escapes my eye.

“No!” I screamed “Why are you doing this to me?” I stumbled back and screeched at the sky. My vision blurred, and gloom swarmed me. He looked at me innocently and then I blinked and he was gone. Tears streamed down my face, and a choked sob tumbled out my throat. I turned and run to the edge of the field, crying. I shivered as I picked up six of the flowers, his favorite number, before breaking down to my knees. I couldn’t bring myself to do it, I would visit his grave later.

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