A Second Chance in His Arms
My phone slipped to the ground as everything around me turned silent. Despite the noise of people chatting and the loud music, I couldn’t hear anything. The only sound in my head was his laughter, echoing as he kissed me before stepping out of the car. This can’t be. Is he really gone? Would I never hear him laugh again? Would I never kiss those lips again? Would he never hold me in his arms again? Would I never feel him touch me in my sleep, even on those cold nights?
My world crumbled as I dropped to the floor, tears welling up in my eyes. It finally hit me—Ray was gone.
“Ariana! Ariana!! Arianaaa!!!”
The voice calling me pulled me back to reality. I could hear the music again, but now it was deafening. The room felt stiflingly hot. I couldn’t feel my fear anymore; instead, I felt a desperate need to escape.
So, I ran.
I pushed through the crowd, bumping into bodies, but I didn’t care. I ran as fast as I could. No, no. Ray can’t die on me. We have so many plans together. This just has to be a lie.
A car screeched to a stop in front of me, forcing me to halt. My sister stepped out and ran to me, draping a coat over my shoulders before helping me into the car. I was barefoot, drenched in sweat and tears.
The drive was silent. We were headed to the hospital to complete all the procedures before taking him to the morgue.
As soon as the car stopped, I hurried inside. My legs felt heavy as I approached the body, but I kept going. Just as I reached out, I felt someone grab my shoulder. Startled, I turned, ready to shove the hand away—
—and I woke up.
Ray was leaning over me, fear in his eyes. “Babe, are you okay? Was it a nightmare? I’ve been trying to wake you for ten minutes. I was—”
I didn’t let him finish. I threw my arms around him, holding him tightly. “It was all a dream,” I whispered. “I love you, Ray. Please, don’t ever leave me.”
He hugged me back, his voice steady and reassuring. “I’m not going anywhere, babe. I love you too.”
It took what felt like an eternity for me to calm down. Eventually, I fell asleep again, still holding him tightly. His warmth, his presence—it felt like a second chance. I made a silent promise: I’ll cherish him. I’ll be better for him. I’m never sleeping without my arms around him again.
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