~13~
My dream had still haunted in the next few weeks to come, but I had never had the same nightmare again. Actually, I hadn't had any dreams. I prayed my nightmare was just because of Aiden and his hurt over his dad, and not anything serious. I couldn't deal with anymore fear and uncertainty in my world.
Ever since Aiden had told me of his dad, it was like we had come closer. We were almost inseparable. We sat together at lunch by ourselves everyday and hardly talked to anyone else. Every day after school, we would go to his house and work on homework and study or just hangout. Once in a while we go to a movie, but that was around people, and we liked to keep to ourselves. We trusted each other so much, that we shut everyone else out, keeping to our bubble.
Aiden a constant in my life definitely distracted me from missing Jacob and my family, but that pain was still there. One day, while we were studying at Aiden's, I thought of Jacob a lot. It was March and it had been almost a month since I'd last seen him. I thought of the anger I had toward him, and it reminded me a little of Aiden toward his dad. Turns out, we were both going insane over someone we lost.
He watched me as I looked down at my ring, sliding it back and forth on my graceful finger.
"Can I ask you something?" he asked.
I looked up to smile at him, "Sure."
He hesitated, "Why do you wear that thing if it hurts you so much?"
It was a fair question. He had seen be upset countless times by the ring lately, he was bound to question it sooner or later.
I didn't know what to say. "It's special," I said hopelessly.
It didn't seem like the answer he was looking for. "But if it pains you to look at, how could it be so special?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "It's from someone."
He just kept looking at me. "Do you want to talk about it? You can trust me you know."
I looked up and smiled at him, "I know, but it hurts too much."
He just kept staring at me. "It's not good to keep it bottled up inside. Please, just let it out. I told you about my dad and you listened to me. I never told anyone about that. Please, Remy, let me help you like you helped me."
I took a deep breath and continued to stare down at my ring. I suddenly felt like I had to tell Aiden, like he needed to know. I sighed, "This ring was given to me by my best friend. Well, he was more than that."
Aiden seemed struck by that, but still concerned. "Do you love him?"
I looked up at him, choking back my tears, "Yes. I've known him since I was born. He was one of the first people to hold me. Even before my own mother. He's been my best friend since that, always there to make me happy and put a smile on my face. He promised he would always be there for me, but.."
The tears began to fall, but I had to be strong for Aiden. I had to come clean with him just like he did for me. I took another deep breath. "Unlike your dad, I saw him a month ago, actually, the night we came back from skiing. Before, I had seen him in August, before we left to move here. He only stayed here for an hour, or so, and then he left, taking my parents with him. I begged him to stay, but he left without a goodbye. He left me a note and this ring saying he would talk to me again soon but he didn't know when that would be. I miss him so much. I feel lost without him and my mom."
I began to sob hard, gasping to catch my breath, but it wouldn't come, and I ended it up on my hands and knees on the floor clutching for my sanity. Aiden was right there next to me pulling me back and dragging me next to him up against the couch. I leaned my head on him and he hugged me close to him as I sobbed onto his shoulder, thinking about my Jacob. My Jacob was gone, but my Aiden was here. It was like we held the key to each other's souls. We were able to see inside our souls now because of our connection. It was weird, but Aiden became so much more important to me. I was so close to him now, he had become my one person to rely on when I had no one and vice versa. I loved him and needed him, but he was, of course, my angel.