Christians POV
My memories hadn't done her justice. Her golden hair surrounded her head like a halo, not quite glowing, but definitley outshining every other girl as they walked past. It flowed behind her as she walked, her big eyes, the color of the ocean looked at my face. I quickly grasped her hand, I needed to make sure that she was real. That I wasn't daydreaming.
She looked at me curiously and I could feel my cheeks burn with a vibrant red.
"I'm real, Christian," she whispered, for no apparent reason.
"I just- you just-" I shrugged sheepishly, horribly embarassed. She was the only person who could make me feel like this. Normally I'm so put together and haven't felt anything real that the intensity of my emotions hits me like a ton of bricks.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be here." Her eyes well up with tears and she takes her hand out of my grasp and starts to walk away.
I can't let her leave me again. I should have fought for her the first time and the amount of nights I ahd stayed up wishing that I had were countless. I can't let her slip through my fingers again.
I run after her. Faster than is humanly possible. I know that some people must have seen but that doesn't matter. Nothing else matters to me besides her. I feel the same as I did in high school. I love her.
The thought rings through me as I chase her down. With each step, it pounds through the pavement. I love her, I love her, I love her, I love her. Pretty soon I catch up to her and hug her from behind.
"Clara, don't leave me," I murmur into her golden locks.
"It's not fair to you," she says in a pained voice and turns around, "I saw just now, your life. It was happy and successful and- I- I shouldn't have come. I've ruined it."
"You haven't ruined anything," I tilt her face up so that she looks into my eyes, and I look into her orbs of blue.
"Yes I have. It was selfish and stupid of me to come here."
"What?" I yell, an anger burning inside of me, "Do you think I wouldn't have thought about you anyways? Every day the one thought that runs through my mind consistently, is that I've lost you and that I'll die and probably never see you again. I've relived every moment we've shared over a thousand times and the only thing that stops me from flying to Jackson daily is the fact that you'd be happier without me." My voice turns into a horse and angry and passionate whisper, "I've lived like that for a hundred years Clara. My love for you has lasted a hundred years! I'm not happy here, Clara. I can't be happy without you."
Tears stream down her face and I just stare at her, waiting for her to say something. To say she loves me back, to say that we're not alone. but no words come out. She just takes a step towards me and puts her arms around me and squeezes for dear life. And I squeeze her back, I'm never letting her get away again.