• Before

    It all started on that one night, when I was supposed to be with my friends, but obviously I ditched. I was walking down Melony Boulevard staring up at the red leaves, all the work of Autumn. It was foggy out, so I couldn't see farther than maybe 8 feet away. Cars zoomed by, the people inside wondering what the hell I was doing outside in such dangerous weather like this. But I liked it, even if I knew I shouldn't. Especially tonight, something is telling me to go out and walk along the dark streets. As I was walking, my thoughts go on and on, I figure started to form, coming from the fog, running. It was a man, and his eyes were closed, how strange. Just when that thought finished I noticed he hadn't seen me and bumped into me. "Oh! I'm sorry miss." I smiled at him,"It's very okay sir, it's my fault for not moving." He stared at me for a while, as I stared back. "Well I ought to be going, buh bye." After a few feet I hear foot steps following me from behind,"Miss! Wait, please!" I turned around, only to see the main I had bumped into before. "uhmm, yes?" I looked at him, unsure of what kind of stunt he was going to pull. "Please, I must know your name?" Why does that matter? "Oh.. well I'm Mila.. and you are?" He looked surprised that I'd answered him,"I'm Wesley." What a gentle-manly name, I smiled,"Well nice to meet you Wesley, so what is it you needed?" "Oh well, I was wondering if you maybe wanted to grab a cup of Joe with me?" He looked at me hopefully,"Sounds interesting, why not?"


    Mila

    Dinner that night.. some things happened, and some didn't. But now two years later I'm happily married and living in a nice home. I have a boy whom is 2 years old.. and another on the way. My life is good, but something feels like it's missing.. I wish I would've married Wesley.


    Wesley

    After the good coffee that I had treated, Mila invited me to her place, while saying what an awesome guy I was. At her house we did things, but then again we didn't. After that night, I'd never heard from her again. Nine months past and she called. "Wesley, I this is totally weird and your gonna get mad at me, but.. I had your baby.." Minutes past, because I had absolutely no idea what to say. "Wesley?" Her voice starting to shake,"I'm here, I.. I just don't understand you didn't tell me before you had the baby." "Oh.. well, I was scared, this s**t wasn't supposed to happen. I barely know who are." "But Mila! You-You Sa-" "Wesley plea-please don't do thi-" "Do what Mila?!" "I can't handle this right now, bye Wesley." "Wait! No! I'm sorry, don't ha-" And the line went dead. What had I done?
    That was the last time I ever talked to her.

    Now I'm living in a trailer, devastated still, from that call. I could've been a doctor, I could've given her and that child everything. But now, I'm nothing. I wish I would've married her.