Author: The Happy Carrot

Summary: They were star crossed lovers, and yet they fell in love anyway. She wasn't looking, but who is these days? He definitely wasn't looking; being in the army doesn't leave you much time for anything else. Both of them from completely different worlds but, isn't the cliché that opposites attract?


Sounds are everywhere. They circle the world, filling ears, erupting from our throats. A sound is the most intricate form of communication in this entire universe. One sound can evoke memories, emotions – actions. Sounds can come from anywhere. From the giggling throat of a child, to the tapping of fingers on a keyboard. From the soft padding of adolescent feet down a school hallway, to the clinking of glasses together in celebration at the pub. I never knew a sound could have so much power until I experienced it myself.

I still remember to this day the way I felt. It's something that keeps replaying over and over in my head. I can't sleep without seeing it being played on the inside of my eyelids. Not even sleep with let me escape the harsh reality that has become my life. You can try as much as you'd like but the truth is that you never want to forget. Never want to forget the strong, rhythmic sound of their heart beat. The softness of their finger tips, sweeping the falling hair out of my eyes, the way I can sit down and look into their eyes for what feels like the rest of my life and be okay with it. Every soft sigh and raised voice. Every tear and sob, every embrace and let go. Every unspoken word and shared look

That day will haunt me for the rest of my life. I wish I could forget it, but I don't know if I really want to forget it, because then the wonderful picture I've painted of you will be erased from my mind forever. It goes back to that one sound. I remember how my heart dropped. How a cold shiver suddenly shot up my back, causing goose bumps to rise on my arms and legs. How I could feel every independent hair stand on my skin. How my mind raced, to every possible situation that this could be, and yet I knew what was coming. I could feel it in my bones. Call it an instinct, when I heard that brisk knock on my front door, I knew. You can try to prepare yourself for it as much as you want, but it's never enough. Getting up from that rickety rocking chair, slowly forcing myself to walk to the front door I remember the anticipation snaking its way through my stomach, I felt like I was going to throw up. The lump that had accumulated into the back of my throat, it felt like I was suffocating and I couldn't do anything about it. My hand stretched out to grasp the golden shimmy door knob. I looked down and could see myself in it; I'll never forget that look. I looked out the small window in the door and realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I didn't know exactly what was going to happen, but I had a feeling. I stood there for what felt like forever, but was only actually a couple of seconds. Turning the knob I opened the door to face my inevitable destiny.

You never want to forget, no matter how much it hurts. It was so beautiful and so perfect; it was almost as if it wasn't real. In that moment, when you finally begin to realize what this was all about, what life can actually give you, and if you don't take it, it will be ripped away is the most horrible fashion. It's too late, and you end up looking back at your life with so many what ifs.