You Won't Be Forgotten

Trevor Beck is a college student. He and his friends like to drink and party every night.
Emma Charles is a freshman college student. Her best friend is Heather Williams. She is left in despair after one of Trevor's friends tries to rape Heather. Later on, Emma finds out that she has cancer.


8. Trevor - Her heart

- Trevor's side - 

When Emma told me that she wanted to go to my place, for some reason, I was extremely happy. God, I'm such a dork for her.

When we reached home, I unbuckled my seat belt, left the door, and opened Emma's door for her.

For some reason, she looked uncomfortable.

When we reached to my place, she took off her shoes and sat on the couch.

"Are you spending the night at my place?" I asked.

"Can I?" she asked, concerned. This was the first time she ever slept at my place.

"You're always welcome here," I said, smiling. I was glad to hear that Emma wanted to stay at my place.

I sat next to her.

"I'm sorry about tonight," I said looking down. "But I think I'm in love with you," I said as I stared at her eyes.


I kissed her on the lips. She didn't do anything except stood there. I tried to kiss her and wait for her to reply by her lips, but she didn't. I let go of her.

"Why can't it be me?" I asked, having tears in my eyes.

"It's because I'm not sure of my feelings yet," she said, holding her tears.

"Then why did you want to come to my place?" I asked.

"Because tonight---I needed to answer my questions about my feelings."


"Play the piano song for me again," she pleaded.

I stood up and sat at the piano chair.

I played her the song. I saw her at the corner of her eye enjoying the song.

While I was playing, she stood up and sat next to me.

She played along smiling.

When we were done playing the song, we both stared at each other smiling. Her smile was the most beautiful smile in the world. We stared at each other for about ten seconds without anything spoken.

She then kissed me on the lips. This time, she made the first move---not me.

I replied by kissing her too. I guess her answer to my confession was a yes.

I carried her to my bed and we kissed passionately. She stripped my clothes and I stripped hers off. I could tell that this was her first time, but it wasn't my first time.

The next morning, I woke up finding myself alone in bed.

I woke up and searched my place and couldn't find Emma.

I screamed for her, but didn't see her at all. 

I put on some clothes I saw.

I saw that her shoes were missing, and I ran to school trying to see if she was there.

When I arrived at school, I saw Emma sitting at her desk.

"Emma!" I screamed. Everybody in the room looked at us.

I grabbed her hand and she was shocked.

She was wearing different clothes than she did yesterday night.

"Please don't, Trevor," she said, frightened.

I grabbed her hand and we both left the room.

When we reached outside, she forcefully let go of my hand.

"Stop!" she yelled.

"Why did you run away? You scared me! I thought you were leaving me!"

"What if I did leave you? What would you do?" Emma said, slowing her breath.

I hugged her as she cried.

"What's the matter?" I asked, concerned.

"I was scared, Trevor," she said.

"Scared of what?"

"People said that after you---Trevor, had sex with them, you would run away. I was scared I was going to lose you," she said, crying. She let go of me and held my hand.

"As the truth---you're not just like the other girls. You're my girl, and I will never run away from you," I said.

"Trevor." She hugged me tight. It's like when she hugs me, I could feel her heart and she could feel mine.

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