I do this to cope with crushes lol.

Charlie-looking at him you can see the darkest pair of brown eyes staring back at you. He had loved her forever, though she would never know. She wanted him, too. But he would never know. She looked to her left where he was standing, his plain white shirt pulling against a perfect set of abs that he hadn’t even worked for, on his left shoulder you could see lyrics to her favorite song tattooed on his perfectly tanned skin. When she looked back at his face she had realized that he was staring at her. He slowly made his way across the room, when he got to her he put his arm around her shoulders, it was meant to be a simple brotherly gesture, though it sparked feelings in both of them. He looked down at her, and his shaggy but maintained brown hair fell into his face, she reached up to move it out of his perfect eyes and let her hand linger on his jaw for just a moment; a slow smile crossed his face. He asked her where she wanted to go. The only place she wanted to go with him was his apartment. She would never be able to tell him that though. Instead, she asked him to take her to the concert that was happening in the coffee shop down the road…

Death of Charlie—He had to go to the mountains. He knew that would be where she was. She left him the note. It had to be her. No one else knew about their place in the mountains. Even though years had passed since they had met there to be together. A part of him even told him to stay home. He had a wife now, two kids that would want food soon. That’s the excuse he used-food. He said he would go grab some food to bring home after he got off. Instead, he got off early and started his drive up the mountains. He could just see her sitting there on the bench by the river, she was waiting for him. As he was caught up in his fantasies he didn’t notice the large rock in the middle of the road. Coming back to reality he swerved trying to miss it. His car flew off the edge of the road, coming to a final stop in between to boulders. He died with the memory of the girl he was going to meet again. Though the girl that sent him the note had been his wife, she had found out about this girl. She had set the trap. He could have died an adulterer; instead, he died with the thoughts of a girl whom he had once loved and will never love again.