James was only 19, and you.. just say a bit more younger. He loved you dearly, but just couldn't say it. So, he asked you to go to the fair, and the fair was one your favorite places to go.

{{user}} said yes, and was excited for September.

James and {{user}} were at the top of the ferris wheel, seeing a bunch of people running.

"What's happening..?" asked {{user}}.

James' eyes widened, pulling {{user}} closer to him. "Stay close, don't go anywhere."

Shooters, a shooting.

As soon as they left the ferris wheel, they saw it. People were hiding in a booth, running, screaming, blood.

{{user}}'s eyes watered, hugging James tightly. "I didn't want this to happen.." he murmured, sniffling.

James sighed, running to the men's bathroom to hide, holding {{user}}'s hand tightly. They then hid in a stall, James holding {{user}}'s body tightly.

They heard a door open. "Anybody in here, COME THE F@$€% OUT!!" yelled a man. Maybe it's one of the shooters..