In this short story a couple confront their relationship. It wasn’t supposed to end up like this.

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“The moon’s big tonight. It was like this the night we met.” I tell him. “I remember it like it was yesterday. It was the best day of my life. That place was such a dump. Do you remember that guy that kept trying to get me to go home with him even though I was with you? The best day of my life.” I chew my fingernails and look away. A tear runs down my cheek.

“I still can’t believe I met you. Imagine how different things would be if you hadn’t been there when my laptop broke. Where’d we be now, do you think?”

A chuckle escapes me as another memory comes flooding back. “Do you remember the time that we got stranded on the motorway? Six hours for rescue to show up and nothing to do but talk to each other. I lost count of the amount of times you just hit the engine to try and get it to work. I know that was the day you were going to ask me to marry you. If we hadn’t broken down.”

I chew the inside of my cheek, the tears flowing freely now. “The look on your face when you finally did ask me. I couldn’t have imagined myself of saying anything other than ‘yes’. When you first kissed me, I knew that we were going to end up married one day.”

I roll my sleeves up and pull off my ring. “I never thought we’d end up here. I always saw us in a home together, sitting on a porch in a couple of rocking chairs, holding hands and complaining about how different things were in our day. I just wish I knew why you had to…”

I can’t finish. I can’t say it.

“I guess we were always meant to end up here as soon as you left the house that morning. I wish I’d stopped you. Stopped you and told you that I loved you. I should have done a lot of things.”

I put the ring down on top of the grave in front of me, kiss my fingers and place them over his name. Forever etched into the stone. Blood trickles down from my wrist and fills the letters.

“I’ll see you soon, Baby.”

Davina Chime is a Thanet-born hopeless romantic.

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