Song Stories

Okay, so here's what happened: I was sitting in my study hall block today, extremely bored, when an idea came to me. Why not write some short stories based off of some songs? There are some really good ones out there, so why not?

There's a catch to this, however. The song stories are meant to bring realization to the world. Read the first chapter, and it'll explain everything else (since this box doesn't allow me enough space -.-)

Chapter 3

What Hurts the Most

I still remembered the girl I liked when I was only 10 years old. Her name is Hayden, and she's the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. She's extremely intelligent, very popular, and oh-so athletic. You name it; she's an angel.

I had a huge crush on her for years, over half my life. All throughout middle school. During the whole of high school. Even throughout all my years in college, despite the fact that we attended a different university. Somehow, I never ceased to love her, but I just never had the courage to tell her.

Maybe that's why I stood in front of her house today. Maybe I thought I could still tell her, and that maybe, just maybe, she would love me in return like I had for all those years.

I walked up the pathway that led to the front door of her home. She still lived with her parents, for the time being, anyway. She was too successful to have anything hold her back for long. Thankfully, Hayden's parents knew me well enough. Hayden and I were, are, good friends.

I rang the doorbell and waited both patiently and eagerly. I heard soft footsteps from inside, heard the lock to the front door come undone, watched it as it swung open.


She hadn't changed a bit, yet she was so much different. Her beautiful blonde hair had grown out a lot, now cascading over her shoulders in a smooth honey-colored waterfall. Her sparkling brown eyes, once big and innocent, were not soft and radiating with peace. Her smile, oh her smile, was always there, even when she wasn't smiling. There was always a trace of that smile on her lips, a smile that could light up the world.

She stared at me for a second or two, waiting for me to say something. "Do I know you?"

"Something," I said, then grinned. "Don't you remember me, Hayden?"

She squinted slightly, scrutinizing my face. Suddenly her eyes flew open in surprise. She squealed and flung herself at me. "Daniel! I haven't seen you in forever!"

"I know, I just had no idea where to find you. I didn't expect you would still be at your parents' house."

"How have you been?"

"I've been doing fairly well," I replied, and she removed her arms from around my neck, slightly breathless with excitement at seeing an old friend. "I just wanted to find you and tell you something that's....long overdue."

"Sure, what is it?" Hayden asked, brushing her hair out of her lovely face with one hand.

It was then that I saw the engagement ring.

It felt like I had been punched in the gut. "'re engaged?" I asked weakly.

"Um, yea, I am," she replied. "My boyfriend - well, fiance - proposed to me three days ago."

My heart completely shattered. "I... I'm happy for you."

She smiled slightly, and that just twisted my heart even more painfully. "What was it you were going to tell me?"

"It was....I'm sorry, I have to go. Maybe some other time." I turned and walked away, ignoring her small protests. I didn't look back, no matter how much I wanted to.

That was the last time either of us spoke to each other again.

I had waited too long. I was just three days late. But those three days had been three days too long. Not just three days, three weeks, three months, years, my whole life time too long. And now I would never have my chance to tell her I love her.

Well, that I did love her.

"What hurts the most,
Was bein' so close.
And having so much to say.
And watching you walk away.
And never knowin'
What could have been.
And I was seein' that love in you,
Is what I was trying to do.
(And I was seeing that love in you.)
That's what I was trying to do."
--- Rascal Flatts

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