He felt her hand move towards him, and he leaned in and kissed her palm before nuzzling into her hand. "I love you..." She would say, putting down the brush. He had a feeling more was coming so he remained calm, quite. His arm pinning now the only garment that barely clothed her. The closeness and scent of her skin was intoxicating. He could try each day to fixate on something else--sure he could sometimes get lost in the coding of a computer--it was no different than reading German or French or Spanish to him. But her skin, her body was different somehow. It drew him like a moth to a flame, and whenever, wherever he could he loved being as God intended them to be in ignorance. Not able to comprehend every flaw and difference--there was none.
Then there was her warmth. Oh God he could not live without it.
But there was that smile of hers again, and once again his mind drifted towards it like it were starved. Her eyes were special, her lips were supple, her body perfect. How little he knew in just a few short hours, it would be ripped from him and his world would be burning down like someone had poured gasoline around this collection of memories and set it ablaze.
It almost felt nostalgic...
"Not to mention your pretty hot and good in bed." Chester heard her say, he gave a half-cocked dumbfounded expression to which she would laugh. Yet, he really was dumbfounded.
Had this all happened before? These aromas, this lighting--her laughing, the heat. His head started to pan from left to right. His eyes looking for something out of place.
"So what time to we have to meet the realtor sweetheart?"
His mind clicked, how would he know what she was going to say? His heart beat elevated quickly, and it suddenly felt very claustrophobic. Suddenly a very real, and a very sharp pain erupted through out him. Blood began drizzling to floor as an open wound began to form right across his forehead. He began looking around bewildered, suddenly feeling disoriented....
Chester awoke to an entirely different arena, like he had skipped the train that had gone off the tracks. His mouth was agape slightly, blood oozing from the transitory reverie. The side of his face was crushed, he couldn't see out of his right eye. He was laying against the car's steering column facing his left. Trying to lift himself produced unimaginable pain, but one though and one though only thought in his mind was--Melissa, is she okay? With a few understandable whimpers of pain that evolved into full blown screams because of an arm that had been broken and three places, a severe concussion and multiple contusions and abrasions and lacerations.
He thrust his trembling frail body back in the seat. His side had suffered the most damage. Blood was every where--namely his.
"Mel...Meliss...Melissa..?" He staggered in his speech. With no response he looked over to see her slouched backwards, hardly a scratch on her but her head was limply resting against the windowsill. His right arms was useless. In his frantic adrenaline rush he tried opening the door on his side that had damn near caved in. Once the lever did not work, he kicked at it hysterically. Exiting the car, he saw the devastation with his one good eye.
Glass was everywhere, as well as two sets of rubber marks. He looked down the street to see a large F-350 pick up truck in a culvert and then looked at his own car. The roof was practically caved in which meant it had rolled several times. Chester hobbled his way around to to Melissa's side of the car and opened the door. Her Body fell side ways limp bu was both restrained by the safety harness and by the miracle of adrenaline rushing through Chester's veins. He pulled her away from the car and laid her down. The first thing He did was fumble through his pockets for his cell phone once he found it he dialed those three crucial numbers--911.
"Yes, this is 911 Emergency Hotline what seems to be the problem?" The operator asked and he set her on speaker phone set the phone one ground and felt for a pulse on Melissa, when she had none he began to spout off facts while performing CPR.
"I've been in a car wreck, I don't have use of my right arm.." He blew into Melissa's lungs panicking. " There were I believe three of us in two cars, a truck and a black sedan..." He pressed his good hand against her chest and pumped several times-harder each time before blowing into her mouth and down her throat. " I have no fucking idea where I am at!"
"Help is on the way sir, stay on the line."
It didn't take long for the stat flights to get there, the roads were blocked off by an army of lights. The found Chester. His body had gone into shock from the trauma, anxiety, and severe concussion. The report said that Melissa had died on impact from the drunk driver. Though Chester's side of the car took the brunt of the force and through Chester himself her neck was snapped from the whiplash. The reason why she hadn't suffered any other injures was because before the impact, Chester had laid his arm across her chest. The deploying air bags crushed his arm. The drunk driver was also killed. In total, Chester broke his forearm in two different places, his bicep in one, had a collapsed lung, all the ribs on his right side were broke, his cheek bone on the right side of his face was crushed. Due to the adrenaline, Chester could not focus on the stress fractures through out his entire right leg from both kicking the door and being pinned under the steering wheel.
The driver who was responsible for this tragedy was dead on impact as well. Despite having a larger vehicle, the careening effect, the lack of a seat belt forced him through the windshield.
~~ 3 Years Later ~~