Chance Gone
I was watching Amy as she gazed into the horizon, almost in a daydream. A smile fixed to her face, whilst the wind gently blew her hair. I was full of nerves, as tonight I was going to propose but my mouth wouldn't speak a word. My thoughts were concocting a sentence but as usual I couldn't bring myself to say the 5 simplest words. Then...
The bridge trembled. My balance was lost. I turned my sight to Amy who was screaming my name. I tried to get to her but the shakes drifted us apart. Then the horrific happened, the bricks fell bit by bit towards Amy. "Amy!" I extended my arm but that wouldn't have done anything. That was the last facial expression of her which I would ever see - horror. I looked down, even though I could have ended up in the crashing water. My eyes closed as I couldn't bring myself to look as the water parted with the rocks.
"You know where we first met? Here's a picture *passes his a postcard*. It's going to be dark. That's where I'm going to read her this *passes him a piece of paper* then I will ask her "Amy, will you marry me?" and then - hopefully she says yes - I'll slip this ring on her finger. So? What do you think?" Ryan asked.
"Wow mate...this is deep," Steve patted Ryan on the back.
Here I stand, two weeks later, watching her body being lowered to the ground. I throw the rose into the hole as I try to comfort her best friend Michelle, it doesn't work well when tears release from my eyes.
"I'm sorry Ryan," Amy's dad pats my shoulder whilst her mum looks at me with sympathy, knowing what was meant to happen.