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Sera and John met in the 8th grade. She was a beautiful young girl with the silkiest hair that shined in even the dimmest of light. Her smile was breathtaking and her laugh, a song from the heavens. From the day she first arrived at Parkington Junior High, she took his breath away.
Literally.
Because it was the first day of the second semester of school, he hadn?t known of her existence until the 7th period of the day. She hadn?t been watching where she was going and had collided, sending both their books flying. She giggled lightly as he helped her up, apologizing rapidly. I wasn't looking where I was going? He was a bit irritated, knowing this incident would only make him later for his 7th period Algebra class.
Soon enough he found himself walking with her to what turned out to be a class which they shared. The walk wasn't long, but by the time they had reached the classroom, he was entranced. She was a pretty girl, but it hadn't sank in until now.
Just two weeks later, the two were a couple. They were inseparable and soon became the King and Queen of the Junior high prom.
But in high school, things changed.
They were still very much in love, but they had belonged to two different groups. Although they're feelings for each other had by no means changed, high school cliques had separated the two. He was now part of the kings of the Freshman class, while she was simply a regular girl, drowned out by the queens? of the class.
Time went on, and the couple spent every moment talking on the phone or he would hold her in his arms- away from his friends. Why are you going out with her?? or That girl's hotter!? were the cruel words that constantly flowed through his mind. He wanted to love her unconditionally, but what about his friends? His status?
As Valentine's day approached, John seemed to get more and more letters in his lockers, Be My Valentine, they all read. As his friends egged him onto girls of higher social status, he continued to ignore them, although he was starting to grow weary of their catcalls, teasing , and ?You loser, go to your loser girlfriend. Sera too received similar letters, but discarded them, looking into his eyes, she'd always say, Your all I'll ever want.
The big day arrived, John and Sera's anniversary, and Valentine's day.
John had thought to bring Sera a big display, cards, candy, and her favorite whit and red roses. But the words of his friends, and the thought of what they would think and say had prevented him from doing so. Instead, he had scribbled a small card that said "Happy Valentine's Day."
Of course Sera was thrilled. It never mattered with her, as long as he had made it. Although he felt horrible inside for taking the easy way out. She had made him his favorite, pigs in a blanket, burned him a CD of Love Songs, made a picture album of the pair, and even purchased a single rose for him. She had also made a small bear for him that said "Your all I'll ever want. on his belly, and was holding a small card that said
Dear John, I'm glad I wasn't looking where I was going that day. Happy Valentines Day, I'll always love you. With all my love, Sera."
He had stuffed all this in his locker before his friends were able to see it. And, like always, avoided her the whole day, while the other couples walked together to classes. And, like always, she didn't seem to mind, instead, she walked with her friends who were also with their boyfriends, smiling that heartwarming smile.
I love you sweetie, happy anniversary. Sera whispered in his ear that afternoon after school. From the corner of his eye, he saw his friends snickering, shaking their heads at him and punching each other playfully.
He mumbled in response. She frowned.
Inside, she had always known what had been happening. His friends never thought she was good enough for him. But never, never had she thought he would give into them.
She hung around, trying to remain by his side, but John continued to ignore her.
Finally, she turned, picked up her bag and her binder, which displayed his card, and left without another word.
?Awwww!? The boys called after her mockingly. She continued her pace, not once chancing a look back.
John remained silent, afraid to watch her walk home as his friends continued chuckling. But once he looked, he couldn?t stop. What was he thinking? After all this time, why had he started being so cold now? If he loved her it shouldn't matter, right?
With a glare at his friends, he was off, running after her with his own bag, although his Valentine?s Day gifts were still stuffed in his locker.
He caught up to her far outside the school gates. Even while he was right beside her, she showed no signs that she knew of his presence.
Baby, I'm so sorry.. He did'?t know what else to say, what he could say. . .
She turned to look at him as he stepped onto the street.
Her tear streaked face was the last thing he saw before he heard the brakes as the red mustang screeched around the corner, his legs acting without thought, springing his body back onto the concrete. . .
Everything was a blur from there. . .
He ran to her.
The girl he loved more then anything in the world, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen now lay in a bloody mess on the road.. . .
Her blood seeped through his jeans as he fell to his knees next to her, cradling her in his arms.
Words wouldn?t come to him, he was in a shock, in a world of no return. . .
Her eyes fluttered open slowly, quivering a bit. Finally, they focused on him. Soft chocolate eyes, holding no emotion but love. . .
She smiled weakly, as a trail of thick blood flowed down from the corner of her lips. ?I wasn?t. . . watching where I was going. . . ?
The first and last words he would ever hear her speak. . .
Sera Connor died that day in Johnathan Sukama's arms. He remained in the middle of the road with her form in his arms, crying into the crook of her neck as the crowd of people formed around them. He wailed over and over again that he was sorry, that he loved her more then life itself, and that he would do anything, anything if she would just come back to him.
Sera?s death taught Johnathan the most important thing anyone could ever learn. And that was unconditional love. True love knows no obstacles which hinders. It wasn?t her who hadn't watched where she was going, it was him. He hadn't seen the car coming, or what truly mattered. Social status and popularity had come before her, his pride had been placed in front of him like a wall.
If you love someone, show them, tell them everyday, because quite frankly, you don't know how many more days you'll be able to. . .
REPOST THIS BULLETIN, OR YOUR VALENTINE WILL TOO BE LOST LIKE JOHN?S. Maybe not, but wouldn't this message be better told?