"I'm sorry Leah, he's still not here. Were all worried dear, I'm sure he'll come home soon, just keep your fingers crossed, and wish on all those beautiful stars in the sky." Jane Uley spoke softly into the phone, calming Leah down for the millionth time. Her rage was washed out, and replaced with disappointment. She slumped back into the bar stool and caved her shoulders in.
"Thank you Mrs. Uley. I know I'm a lot to put up with. Please call me when you get some news."
"I will dear. Have a good night. Remember what I said about those stars." Mrs. Uley softly laughed into the phone, echoing through Leah's ears. She could hear the tint of worry and hurt in her boyfriend's mothers voice.
Leah hit the end button on the phone, and put her elbows on the table, bowing her head, feeling like she needed to cry, but no tears came. Her chest felt heavy, breathing became hard. Her breath came in short gasps. Was she having a panic attack? She tried to tell herself to calmly inhale and exhale, but it was hard, her head felt light and dizzy. Suddenly her mom was there.
"Sweet heart! Leah, honey, I need you to breath. Come on." Sue placed her hand on Leah's back, feeling her ribs expand and contract too quickly. She placed her other hand below Leah's neck. "Seth!" Sue called out. Minutes later, Seth strolled down the stairs, his hair knotted, circles under his eyes. His chest was bare, and he had on baggy pajamas. His eyes brightened, and he snapped to attention when he saw the scene in front of him.
"Get a glass of water." Sue snapped. Seth raced as fast as his sleep ridden body could go. He filled up a glass and ran to the counter, spilling along the way. Sue guided the glass to Leah's mouth. She tried drinking it, but it kept spilling out somewhere around her moth. Through the sides of her lips, her bottom lips, or coughing it up when she tried swallowing and then breathed too quickly.
Leah's breaths slowed, and moisture rimmed her eyes, pooling, but not yet falling. Sue told Seth he could go back upstairs, finish sleeping, he had to help his father in the morning. Leah was coughing up a storm, fluids pooling on the counter that had come from her mouth. Some of the tears had started to spill out. Her head was pounding, it hurt almost as much as her heart.
An hour later, Leah was sitting on her bed in ratty pajamas and an old t-shirt of Sam's he'd left here when they first started dating. She loved it more than anything, it was her favorite thing to wear to bed. It smelled like him, and she missed his distinct smell, the one only Sam had. Tonight, tonight she needed that smell, she needed the reminder that Sam was real, and alive, and coming back.
Leah lay down in her bed, the sheet forming over her sides, caressing her body. She rested her head on the pillow, forming herself to the right side of the bed, like she had been since Sam started sleeping over.
The sounds of nightfall rang out her window, and the sound of Seth snoring three doors down. Leah fell asleep to the sounds she had since she was born, the only thing missing was the body next to her, a body she wondered if she would ever see again, despite all she hoped, despite all she wished. He just had to come home…he had too.
So, I realized that my writing had changed, the newer chapters I had just sounded different than the rest, so I decided to spend the extra time re-writing the story. I didn't like the way it was planned out, or the way nothing flowed together.
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