Written by: Lost_Addiction

Karen got down from the train and started walking towards the exit…no, actually prodding towards the exit. Her clothes full of blood, her face completely covered with tears, her body cold, her arms wrapped around her waist. The tears were still rolling down her eyes; she was not even aware of the surroundings or of the situation she was in for all she cared about was going home and crashing. Her weary mind would not let any other thought in for it was full of memories from the last 3 months.

3 months earlier….

Karen was waiting outside a classroom for her history professor, absorbedly reading IT HAD TO BE YOU when someone patted her on the back.

“Hi Karen” he said.

Her heart skipped a beat; he was the guy she had been noticing everyday in her regular coffee shop. Well, he was hard to miss, and to top it all he took the same coffee as her, a spiced pumpkin latte.

“Hi” she said, trying not to smile and curb her excitement, instead sounding hesitant.

“Hi! I’m Wes, Western.”

“What?” actually hesitant this time.

“Yes you heard it right my name is Western.”

“Sorry! “

“No problem, I am used to that reaction. So are you waiting for someone?”

“Yeah… Prof. Gerard Hasselhoff. I want to talk about the new schedule for summer.”

“Well you are wasting your time then. He is not returning until next week from his vacation.”

“Oh! Who is taking the class then?”

“His assistant”

“So now that you are free and I have noticed that we share our taste in coffee would you like to have some with me?”

Trying not to smile again, she says “Hmmm, Okay.”

Western is a tall handsome guy, a real charmer and Karen a true beauty. But that is not what Wes noticed in her, it was the glimmer in her deep dark eyes when she laughed, the way her face lifted is what attracted him. It was a shame though that she did not date many guys, Wes was sure that half his class guys were gawking them at that moment.

And that is how it started. They met every day in the same coffee shop and rarely did they try a different flavor. It was unusual for Karen to get so close to someone in such a short time. They shared many other interests but one; history was not his favorite subject.

“You don’t look like a romantic with that cap you wear” she said when he got her flowers the first time.

“Well, you are right to an extent. Ask the other girls I have dated, they might tell you the same. But it is not everyone that I want to be romantic with.”

It’s like he knew what she wanted to hear all the time. She was surprised how attracted she was to him in just 3 weeks. He made her feel special like no one else had ever.

One morning Wes called Karen and asked her to meet him at the beach. Karen had made up her mind, she was going to do what she had never done before, admit her love for him. She wore the dress he had bought for her; she had saved it for a special moment. Before heading to the place it was she who bought flowers this time, not sure if she wanted to give them to him or just hold them, rather, clasp them in case her wits give away.

Surprised is what she was when she reached there. This is not what she had expected! There he was, wearing a white shirt and blue jeans with red roses in his hand. “I love you Karen Harper”, he said coming close to her. She wasn’t sure if the tears in her eyes were because she heard those words from him or coz she did not have to do it first. She smiled at the thought and said “I love you Wes…Western”.

Was it the sidewalk or the red carpet she was walking on?! The joy, the relief she felt was beyond belief. He had reserved a place for them at the fancy beach-side restaurant they always talked about going to. “Thud!!” she heard. She did not know what just happened; she felt her arm rupture and his body move away from her. Something hit them, and she fell a few feet away. She could see her arm turning blue, the pain was unbelievable. She got up and turned to run towards him and then she could feel nothing. Her pain was gone, she could hear nothing. She fell again but not out of soreness this time; his white shirt had turned red, as red as the roses that had fallen next to her. He was staring at her, staring like he had never seen her before, he did not blink, did not move, just stared.

She heard a voice from behind, she had to do something. No, nothing was wrong; “it is going to be fine” she told herself. Someone had called the hospital; no this is not how she had imagined them. She held his head in her arms and kissed him, she told him it was going to be alright. He blinked; he did blink once and tried to say something. She knew what he was saying, “I love you too” she said. He smiled and that was the last expression on his face. It stayed the same when the ambulance arrived and the paramedics took him from her arms, it remained the same till they reached the hospital, it remained the same till they had covered him in the cloth.

Her tears had stopped. Was it real she asked herself? She felt drained and tired. She did not want to treat her arm, it pained more now; she just wanted to go home and crash on her bed.

Present…

She reached home and crashed on her bed and she never woke up.

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