"When I think about you
I think about 17
I think about my old Jeep
I think about the stars in the sky
Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night..." -Eric Church, Springsteen
It was nothing important, just... something that happened there... That 'something' happened for a full year.
Full of nights with kissing goodbyes. Purple hair dye. Endless drives to nowhere in a beat-up old pickup truck. Being careless and... They were fools. Young and in love. Her in senior and him in sophomore.
It just... happened. It does. To everyone. Reckless things it lead to; but it didn't matter... at the time, anyway.
Spectra graduated and left the state for a scholarship in journalism, halfway across the country, leaving behind everything and not even saying goodbye to the ones she held close. Billy was alone for the rest of high school, never moved on; the love of his unlife gone.
She refused to contact him; never answered his letters, never called, emailed, nothing.
After a few months of trying to contact, he stopped. Saying nothing was answer enough... Billy still missed her, though. Often wondering where she was. What she was doing. If her dream career even launched...
And on the other side of the country; Spectra thought about him, too. She felt so guilty, just... leaving him like that... When his letters came in, she couldn't respond. She didn't know how. She didn't know what to say... She collected them, however. An entire folder of them. And just when she thought she could move on, she couldn't...
Guilt came to haunt her yet again. A small, but important, memory. It was always something different; but always something important. Something that tugged at her undead heart strings.
Billy was the only guy she had ever felt completely perfect with... the only guy who understood her for her... the only guy who could be there for her, no matter what...
... But two years ago, when Spectra got that letter for a scholarship; she couldn't turn it down... It was everything she had ever dreamed of; and she couldn't let it go.
... Then again, the love of her unlife would be just as hard to leave...
She had to make a choice.
And she did...
But she didn't tell a soul. She just packed her bags; booked a flight and left. Called up her friends, told them where she was and that was it. They kept in touch with her, but that was it...
Seeing Billy would only break her heart. Realize what she should've done. Realize that she could've picked something else; anything else...
... But it was a choice. A stupid, stupid choice that she had made. And she couldn't turn back...
But those memories; she would always turn back to... and always remember what they had... And that she could never go back...
Came to me last night around midnight... O.e Insomnia... I think I've been diagnosed w/ it... *shrugs* Maybe. Who knows? XD Just figured I had to post this before I went batty... Fifth chapter should be up soon! :D