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The Tennis Bench

The Tennis Bench

Sneaking out in the middle of the night, I watched the cars go by as I walked up the hill to the park. Walking far enough to a small bench where I go to sit and gather my thoughts. I've noticed that the light next to the tennis courts weren't on, but I was able to find my way. I sat myself down on the bench, and found out that I had almost sat on a person that is sound asleep. I silently walked up the stairs to the upper tennis court, as his voice stopped me on the second step. "I wasn't sleeping at all, come and sit if you want," he said. I hesitated a little as I retraced my steps; in my mind of sitting next to a stranger. By the dim moonlight, I saw his handsome face with such pretty eyes. He yawned a little as he makes room for me. I turned myself away from him as I accidently let out a shiver. My eyes looked at him, but my head still down, he was turned away as well. "Isn't it past your bedtime?" he asked. With that question, it brought us to a long conversation. At age 11, I didn't know I can talk as much with a 16 year old. Out of nowhere, he puts his jacket on me covering up my naked arms. All I did was gave him a smile, as he looks away afterwards. We started talking again, this time about tennis. When I notice how late it was, I got up and handed back his jacket. We said our goodbyes and see you again, and I felt his eyes on me as I disappeared in the night.

I was hoping to see him soon, but months had passed. I went to the movies with my friends, and as we came back, I asked them to drop me off at the park. "Are you sure you don't want to go home?" she asked. "I'm sure," I replied as I got out of the car. I watched as they drove off, and then I started walking to the tennis bench. I saw that the light was now lit, but no one sitting. As I sat down about to gather my thoughts, I heard a noise from the tennis courts. I turned my head and saw him coming down the stairs. I can admit that we were both shocked when we saw each other. I called him over to sit next to me, and we continued our long conversation. At points, we were in utterly annoying silences, but then he hands me something. A rock. A rock with an engraving that says "HEART". I looked at him, and saw that he turned away. Shyly, his face turned red as I smiled and held his hand.

Ever since that night, we've been seeing each other often. Without me sneaking out, he drove up to my house on his motorcycle. One evening on our first month annivarsay, he took me back up to the tennis courts bench. I layed on his chest as we stared at the stars. My first kiss and second because right after he kissed me, I kissed him again. On our second year annivarsay, he took me back to his house. There in his room, he got carried away, and I said stop. I got mad at him as I stormed out of the room. He appologized so many times, but I hadn't forgiven him.

One night, I made up my mind to forget about what had happened. I called him and he asked if he can come over. I replied positivly and waited for his arrival. Minutes passed, and then it came to an hour. I heard sirens coming from outside. I hopped off the windowsill and ran up the steep hill as fast as I could. I didn't care as the rain made my clothes heavier, I ran and never stopped. There, I saw him lying on the ground, a man helping him, and another calling for an ambulance. I ran to him, but the police blocked me away from him. Tears ran down my face as I couldn't breathe. I got passed the police man and knelt beside him. I held his hand as they loaded me and him in the ambulance. I stayed next to him all the way. Waiting impaciently in the waiting room, his doctor came out. "I'm sorry, but your boyfriend is in a coma. Only our hopes will get him to wake up anytime soon," said the doctor. Tears came down my cheeks again as I started crying on the doctor's shoulder. He brought me to his room, and I saw my boyfriend lying in bed.

I couldn't concentrate anymore since his accident. Two months later, I got a phone call from the hospital. "I'm sorry," the doctor said. I dropped my phone and broke down crying. "Why! Why does it have to be him! It could've been me! It should have been me! Why now!" I cried. As hours passed, I gathered my tears. "I didn't get a chance to say I love you for the last time," I said.

*She attended his funeral, and said her goodbyes. She said I love you to him as she places flowers on his grave. At this very moment, she sits in her room alone. She sits on her windowsill looking at the limited stars and the colossal moon; still waiting for his arrival.*






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