Eternal Love

~Amber's P.O.V.~

"I want to remember,"
"I know you want to remember love," Zayn said while trying to comfort me. "I wish that it didn't happen, that you didn't have to work that day or just that anything would've happened to make things turn out differently. But it doesn't work like that, and it happened for a reason,"
"You know what? I'm sick of all of this!! I'm sick of the sympathy, I'm sick of wanting to remember, I'm sick of everyone knowing what happened except for me!!" I yelled as I slid down on the floor and bawled. Zayn came over to me and kept trying to comfort me, even though he knew it wasn't going to work.
"Amber, I hate it when you cry. I wish that it would've been me that the accident happened to and not you. It just hurts too much," he said as he lied down on the floor next to me.
"I don't wish it was you," I replied as I started to calm down. "I hate this, and I would never want something like this to happen to anyone. Because honestly, it sucks. And I'm glad that you care about me, but trust me. You don't want this to be you." I finished and looked at him. All he could do was stare at me. My mascara was running down my face, and I beg my eyes were red and puffy. I was dying for him to say something, anything really.
"I'm sorry. I wish th-" I cut him off.
"Zayn, stop. No matter what we wish, it's not going to change what happened." I said as I got up and went upstairs into our bedroom.
I hate this. I'm always so confused, trying to remember. But now that I think about it, there is one reason that I'm glad I forgot it: the past doesn't matter. The past is just a bunch of memories that are jumbled up inside of us, and the only thing that really matters is the present. Now that I think of it, what I'm doing right now isn't what I want to be doing. I'm laying in bed, crying, and being all alone when there's someone downstairs that loves me so much that they are trying to help me through this. I wiped my eyes, and after a few more minutes I went back downstairs.
"The past doesn't matter," I said to Zayn.
"What do you mean?" He asked. His eyes were watering and I'm pretty sure that he was crying. I'm sick of all the crying too.
"I mean that all that matters is right now, and right now I'm here with you."
With that he got up and kissed me. It was full of love and passion, and it was amazing. I love him so much.

Notes

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