Don’t Make Wishes in Cemeteries Because They Might Come True

Chloe has lost the only person that has truly understood her, her boyfriend Hunter. While everyone in town is obsessing over his death, she's obsessing over the life that they once shared together.

Finding comfort in the cemetery in which Hunter was buried, Chloe finds that she's most comforted just being near him until she makes a wish that she never thought would come true.


4. Three Months Ago and a Van


Hunter told me where he was going to be and I was there at the time that he asked me to come. He had something to tell me, something important that he wanted to do in private. I was nervous. What could he possibly tell me that he couldn’t say in front of everyone else? So, I was there waiting for him and he was nowhere to be found. Running late, as usual.

                I called his phone and he answered on the first ring. “Chloe, I’m so sorry. My dad started freaking out on me when I got home about football practice.” His car came into view and he saw me immediately. “You look amazing.”

                Smiling, I’m sure my face was redder than a tomato. But my smile faded when I saw something that Hunter couldn’t, because he too busy looking at me when he should have been paying attention to the road. He hadn’t seen the light switch from green to yellow to red and in that of five seconds, I had not time to react.

                Hunter’s car went directly into the middle of the intersection. A van that was going way too fast smashed into the small Honda Civic carrying Hunter within. There was the honking of a horn and the complete and utter silence. The phone that had been connecting us slipped out of my hand and I stood there waiting for Hunter to come out of his car and let me know that he was fine, that nothing hurt and he was in one piece.

                On the verge of throwing up, I waited and waited but nothing happened. I couldn’t take it any more. I started walking toward the accident and then running and then screaming as I ran.

“Hunter!” My voice was desperate, hungry for an answer. “Hunter!”

The man in the van tried to grab my arm but I pulled roughly out of his grip, the feeling of his hand on me stung. He hadn’t wanted me to see the outcome of the damage.

What I saw first was that the entire front of Hunter’s car was smashed in. The windshield was broken and through the cracks, I could see a red smear of blood. That’s when I started to panic. I pulled at the car door with all my weight but it wouldn’t budge. I opted for the other side, my legs shaking so much that it was hard for me to walk properly but somehow I managed.

The passenger side door opened without a problem, it was the metallic smell of blood that made me hesitate. Blood didn’t freak me out normally but this was bad. My stomach turn as I slide in and saw what I had been dreading to see. Hunter’s head had a huge gash in it, blood was streaming down into his eyes and I had to touch his face for him to realize that someone was with him.

“Hunter,” I asked doing my best to stop my voice from trembling. “Hunter you’re going to be okay.”

I could hear the sirens now and hope filled me until I felt his hand wrap around mine.

“No,” he said. His voice wasn’t the same. It was tight, pained. “Chloe….”

“Fuck you,” I told him. “You’re not leaving me, you can’t.”

His mouth lifted on one side giving me a half smile. “I love you too.”

I pulled him close to me and he nuzzled his head on my shoulder. I couldn’t look at him. I’d held him so many times throughout the years after he’d gotten hurt from football games. He should have stopped playing a long time ago. Too many concussions, he’d been warned that too many more and he might not be there with us. 

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