The End

The End

Now, though our epic love story, I suppose it does have an end. I couldn't tell you if it was sad or happy if I tried. After five years of being together, of being in love. Much too short years, if you ask me, Quin died. It was sudden

and tragic

and stupid

and unnecessary

and my fault.

It wasn't raining that day, though that would have been a perfect display of nature's fucked-up-edness, wouldn't it? And I remember I stayed home because I had a cold, and couldn't focus on school work if my nose dripped all over it every millisecond. We ended up going to the same college, which was inevitable, by the end of senior year of high school people stopped trying to separate us, even Nate, who I might tell you about later.

He kissed me before he left, even though I told him he'd get sick and not to risk it, and he just smiled and said that he'd get to spend more time with me that way, and then kissed me again, longer this time, literally trying to contract the germs.

“I'm going to get you some cold medicine, I'll be back in a half an hour, take a nap or start a movie, just stop being so miserable.” He grinned his perfectly imperfect grin at me, pulled my cheek to his lips in a purposefully slobbery kiss and left. I turned on my iPod dock and played my calming playlist and read my favorite, worn book. I twirled a lock of hair around one finger also for comfort. Quin did it a lot absentmindedly when we lay in bed together, a sort-of tradition he developed after our first time, when we were just lying next to each other in silence, trying to collect our thoughts and emotions from the air where they had dissolved momentarily.

After and hour and a half, my panic had reached it's height and I called him.

“Hi!”

“Oh my god, Quin, where ar-”

“I can't get to the phone right now, if it's Beth, sorry babe I'm at work but I love you lots and lots and lots! And if you're Jack stop judging me and calling me a p***y. And if you're Grandma, I'm sorry for the language. Leave me a message!”

I threw down the phone, later when I came back to our once-shared apartment, I'd hear the dial tone and plug it back in. I shoved my feet in my shoes and my arms through my jacket, grabbed my car keys and ran to the car. I drove toward the drug store which I knew he'd go to, one of his friends worked there so he tried to give them business as much as possible. About half way there I saw it.

The police cars were still there, and the police were putting the yellow tape and orange cones around the upturned car.

Quin's upturned car, with blood still staining the cracked windows and pavement.

I don't remember much, just wailing and a police officer hugged me while I sobbed.

Then I went home and plugged in the phone. I sneezed. I went to sleep.

I dreamt. I dreamt our entire five years over again, reliving every second. Every kiss and every moment of love, and when I woke up, I decided to write it down.

Why did I give you the end to the story so soon? Well, honestly, because I hate lying. I don't want to give you the false hope of a happy ending to this story, though the middle is happy. I thought ending with the happiness would make it a happy ending, though it's not the finish to the story. So there you go, this is the end of the story, you could close this book right now if you wanted to. But if you want to know the middle, the happiness that keeps me alive, keep reading.

Author's Note

reviews please!
I haven't started The Middle yet I still too sad about ^

Reviews

[Sarahthirk]

Wow. Just wow. I really love it. Although I do think it moved a bit too quickly, and maybe the middle part should have actually come in the middle. But I love your reasoning for not ending with the actual ending. I would never have thought of it that way.

[Hachamecha]

that's deep.
and tragic.
It's a very nice piece.

[AlwaysCasey]

Gah. I can't ughh. Hurry up with The Middle!

[Dark and Mysterious]

SPeEchlEss!!

[Steven Ingels]

Two thumbs up

[Inda]

Really good stuff, I think maybe the middle needs to happen before the end because we didn't have enough time to get attached to Quinn, as far as i knew he was just a guy that smiled. I think for a stronger response either incorporate more stuff about Quinn here or the middle needs to be in the middle. As always amazed at your talent. Please send me the middle when done. :)

[Lydia]

All I have to say is that, Sophie, you are incredible. I would have never thought of such a unique idea. I feel like, since the readers know that he's dead, it will make us feel more attached and aware during The Middle. Great job!

[The Fallen]

.......omg......I'm tearing up.....He was such a sweet guy. He went to get medicine for her, and died! What a tragic death like she said. It wasn't her fault it was something that just happened. Maybe it wouldn't have happened if he had stayed with her for a few more minutes. But what happened happened. Sadly it had to happen to a wonderful boy D: I cant wait to read about the five years in between it should be amazing!

[s y e]

O.O OMG! He died! NOOOOOO!!!!! I feel terrible for the girl.
Awwwww, this had me so close to tears :'((((

[Britt]

aww, this was really good! i wasnt expecting him to die though. I feel bad for the girl. that has to be sooo s****y. it makes me wonder what if he stayed home. :/