Ch. 2

Her hand pushed the hair out of my eyes, "You should try wearing your hair back. Or something." She smiled at me, and I felt my heart do a cart wheel. She was so beautiful. I leaned forward to kiss her, and she kissed me back. We started to walk inside, away from the car. She grabbed my hand, and held on. She was holding my hand, she wasn't ashamed. I smiled, and we walked around like that all day, everyday.

I woke suddenly. I hadn't slept well. Dreaming of her was a curse now. It made the ache in my chest grow and spread. The sun was shining through my window, and I couldn't remember what day it was. It felt like I had been sleeping for days, barely waking. I rolled over and looked at the date on my cell; it informed me that I had in been in bed for almost three days straight. Wow. It hadn't felt like that long, but then I had been so tired after the funeral that I hadn't wanted to move. In fact, I still didn't want to move.

I forced myself to get out of bed, just simply to find something to eat. I needed to call into work today, let them know that I would be coming back this next week. I really just wanted to quit and stay in bed forever, but I knew that wasn't an option. Walking into the kitchen I pulled a box of cereal off the counter and headed back upstairs.

I crawled back into bed, munching on handfuls of cereal. I really didn't want to do anything. My head hurt and everything still felt surreal. I knew that I was going to have to stop living in this world of make believe sooner or later, but I needed to drag it out for as long as I could. I was dreading have to face the real world again. But it was inevitable. I pulled my cell phone off the table and dialed my work.

She handed me another box to start unloading. My hand grazed hers as I took it, and an electric shock shot through my body. She smiled at me. She had the most gorgeous smile I had ever seen in my life. My heart started to beat faster. She leaned in and her lips gently grazed mine. It was over so quickly I wasn't even sure that it had actually happened. I loved being able to work next to her, even if we couldn't be open while on the clock.

My boss answered on the third ring. She didn't seem too thrilled to be talking to me, but then she always seemed slightly annoyed. I explained to her that I intended to be back to work the following Monday and that I would be back to my regular schedule. In honesty, part of me was ready and excited to get back to my normal everyday life. But the other part of me, the larger part, was completely afraid to move forwards without Sam by my side to guide me.