Forget Me Not
10
Randi opened the box. On
top was a small piece of paper folded in half, and she picked it
up. She unfolded it and read the note aloud.
“The key to my heart.”
Randi looked at him and gave him a smile before looking down at
the gift.
Inside the box, lay a necklace with an ornate silver key hanging
on a delicate chain. In the cent of the key was a blue
gemstone.
"Oliver,” she whispered and looked up at him in awe.
“It’s beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you,” Oliver murmured and took
the box from her. He pulled out the necklace and went behind
Randi to put it around her neck. She lifted her hair away as he
locked the clasp. He kissed her neck gently before he placed her
hair back where it was. Randi shivered, but not from cold. In
fact, she felt quite warm.
On the drive home, one of Randi’s favorite songs came on
the radio, and Oliver turned it up full blast. They both sang
along at the top of their longs, as off tune as they possibly
could. Randi swung her head back and forth, singing into an
imaginary microphone, and Oliver laughed at her. Randi held the
imaginary microphone out to him. He leaned towards her and began
singing, swerving like crazy.
Neither of them saw the green light change to red.
Neither one of them saw the headlights or heard the other
car’s horn honking until it was too
late.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Oliver was trying to sleep,
but an incessant beeping wouldn’t let him go back to his
dreams. His head was pounding, and he tried to roll over, but
pain shot through him. His entire body felt like a bruise.
He forced his eyes open and found himself lying in a hospital
bed. His right arm was in a cast, and his other arm was hooked up
to an IV. Machines were attached to him everywhere – one of
them was what was causing that relentless beeping.
He frowned, confused. He looked over, and saw his dad sitting in
a hospital chair, head leaning to one side, fast asleep.
“Dad?” Oliver croaked, his voice scratchy from
misuse. Mr. Elliot stirred and his eyes opened slowly. When he
saw that Oliver was awake, he sat forward suddenly.
“Son?”
“What’s going on?” Oliver asked, frowning. He
tried to remember what had happened. The last thing he could
recall was taking Randi home after their date…
Then it hit him. He felt the breath go out of his chest, and Mr.
Elliot flinched, seeing the realization in his son’s
eyes.
“Miranda?” he managed to whisper through the heavy
weight on his chest.
“Oliver,” Mr. Elliot began, placing a hand on
Oliver’s good arm.
“Dad, where is she?” Oliver said, panic entering his
voice. His eyes searched the hospital room. She should be there,
waiting for him to wake up. “Dad!”
Mr. Elliot looked as his hands and back at his son’s face.
His heart was breaking for him.
“Oliver,” he began again. “Miranda didn’t
make it,” he forced the words over the lump in his
throat.
Instantaneously, Oliver’s eyes welled up with tears and he
turned away from his father.
The words confirmed what he had already known. There was an
emptiness inside his chest, a hole that hadn’t been there
before.
As the full impact sunk in, silent tears slid down Oliver’s
face. He tried to hide it from Mr. Elliot, but it was no use.
Miranda was dead, and it was his fault.
Randi was dead.
His Randi.
Gone.
Forever.
Author's Note: This is
the last chapter to this story. It's over. ):
I know it's not the ending you expected, but what do you
think?
There is going to be an epligue. Anyone who comments on this
quote will get a notification for it. (:
Thanks!