Love
Author's Notes: Hi, this is * starmindy * I just changed my name because this fits me better and goes more with In A Heartbeat. I will still be submitting new chapters of my old stories under my old name. This is going to my last new story for about a week because I'm going to Hawaii with the my cross-country team, but I do plan on writing most of the time on the plane. So I should have lots of new stuff when I get back. This story is probably the most T/V one that I have ever written. So enjoy and don't forget to review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Tyler and Val they belong to Disney. However, I did elaborate on them.
I look out the living room at the moonless sky. I sigh thinking back to the last time I had looked out that window. Had it been just last month? It seemed like a lifetime ago. Everything seemed so different now.
An arm on my shoulder brings me back to reality. My first impulse is to smile into the face that belongs to the arm, but I don't because I know it's not the face that I want it to be. I'll never see that face again Instead I turn around and brush the arm off.
A hand grabs my arm as I try to flee the room. Somehow I'm able to release myself and escape to my room. Once there I shut the door, so he can't come in. I almost laugh at the irony of the situation. I'm running from the guy that I used to run to in high school. High school. It seems like it ended centuries ago when it was really just ten years.
"Val," He says. I try to ignore the pounding of my heart. Why do I still that way about him, when we haven't been together for over ten years?
"I know you're hurting," He says, "But please just talk to me. That's all I'm asking. I know that you want to. You wouldn't have called me over unless you didn't want to talk," He stops to take a breath. I want to. I really do. It's just that I'm afraid. "You need to. You can't keep this all bottled up. It's not healthy,"
"I know," I said opening up the door so he could come in He came in and sat next to me on the bed.
"Whenever you're ready," He said holding my hand. I tell him everything. About how I meant Mark, how Mark proposed, and how the wedding. I feel a little guilty telling him this because I had once thought of him as the man that I was going to marry, but it didn't to matter to him. He just listened and held my hand. Then I got to the hard part, how Mark died. "I can't do this," I said trying to choke back tears.
"Yes, you can," He reassured me.
"We had a fight that morning. I don't think we even said goodbye. That afternoon he called me at work to say he was sorry. I was still mad so at him that I didn't even let him talk to me, I just hung up the phone. Then I got a call later saying that he had died in a car accident," I paused for a moment and then I voiced the one thought that I had told no one else, "I never really go the chance to tell him that I love him,"
"I think he already knew, Val," Tyler said.
"How?" I asked just a little puzzled.
"You remember when we were in high school?" I nodded. How could I forget?
"Do remember me ever telling you that I liked you?" He asked and I thought back.
"No," I replied.
"But, you knew didn't you? You could tell couldn't you?" He asked and I nodded, "Mark could probably tell that you loved him. I know I can tell just by looking at you while you talk about him," He said and I smiled for the first time in a month.