I can feel his breath on my skin. His voice on my ears. His face on my
eyes. His skin brushing gently against mine. He sees me, I see him. He
wants me, I want him. He loves me, I love him. But is all true? Or is it
a lie? Does he see me? Does he want me? Does he love me? Does he even
notice me at all?
Annette woke abruptly. It was that dream again. That dream that had been haunting her dreams ever since the night. The night it all happened. The night she lost everything but gained everything all in one night. The night with Sebastian. That night was over. It would be over forever. She could never relive it. She could never have it, ever again. He was gone, forever. Sebastian was dead.
I might as well get up, she thought to herself. It was well past seven-thirty and she had things to do, people to see. Yes, today was the day she would talk to Catherine, Sebastian's sister, for the first time since everything happened. The accident. That day. That horrible day.
She reluctantly pulled herself out of bed. What to wear, she thought. She pulled on a short-sleeve black v-neck and a pair of red Capri's. She pulled her hair back into a tight bun. She looked alright, nothing special. She never looked anything special anymore. What was the point? He was gone. Sebastian was gone.
Annette pulled herself into the convertible. His convertible. She drove off, the wind in her face. Ring, ring. It was her cell phone. She took a quick look at the road at slid over to open the compartment by the passenger seat. Out popped the journal. His journal. She blinked back a tear and grabbed her ringing cell phone.
"Hello?" she answered with a quiver in her voice.
"Where have you been?" it was her best friend Kerrie Moore. "I have been calling your house for the past hour!"
"I'm sorry Kerrie I had to pick up a few things for my grandmother. She can't get out of bed. So what's so urgent?
"He broke up with me," she had obviously been crying. This was the third time this month they had broken up. When was it just going to end?
"I'm sorry Ker, but it's not like this hasn't happened before. You really need to move on; there are plenty of other guys out there. You are way too good for Brett."
"I guess you're right. This has gone on long enough. Thanks, Annette, you're great." This was the same conversation they had every time it happened. Annette was really getting tired of it. Why couldn't the girl just move on? It's not that hard. They bid good-bye and she hung up.
Annette sighed. Kerrie was so much better than Brett. He had gone out with practically every girl in the entire school. Would he really be that hard to get over? Oh well, she thought. There are more important things to worry about.
Annette woke abruptly. It was that dream again. That dream that had been haunting her dreams ever since the night. The night it all happened. The night she lost everything but gained everything all in one night. The night with Sebastian. That night was over. It would be over forever. She could never relive it. She could never have it, ever again. He was gone, forever. Sebastian was dead.
I might as well get up, she thought to herself. It was well past seven-thirty and she had things to do, people to see. Yes, today was the day she would talk to Catherine, Sebastian's sister, for the first time since everything happened. The accident. That day. That horrible day.
She reluctantly pulled herself out of bed. What to wear, she thought. She pulled on a short-sleeve black v-neck and a pair of red Capri's. She pulled her hair back into a tight bun. She looked alright, nothing special. She never looked anything special anymore. What was the point? He was gone. Sebastian was gone.
Annette pulled herself into the convertible. His convertible. She drove off, the wind in her face. Ring, ring. It was her cell phone. She took a quick look at the road at slid over to open the compartment by the passenger seat. Out popped the journal. His journal. She blinked back a tear and grabbed her ringing cell phone.
"Hello?" she answered with a quiver in her voice.
"Where have you been?" it was her best friend Kerrie Moore. "I have been calling your house for the past hour!"
"I'm sorry Kerrie I had to pick up a few things for my grandmother. She can't get out of bed. So what's so urgent?
"He broke up with me," she had obviously been crying. This was the third time this month they had broken up. When was it just going to end?
"I'm sorry Ker, but it's not like this hasn't happened before. You really need to move on; there are plenty of other guys out there. You are way too good for Brett."
"I guess you're right. This has gone on long enough. Thanks, Annette, you're great." This was the same conversation they had every time it happened. Annette was really getting tired of it. Why couldn't the girl just move on? It's not that hard. They bid good-bye and she hung up.
Annette sighed. Kerrie was so much better than Brett. He had gone out with practically every girl in the entire school. Would he really be that hard to get over? Oh well, she thought. There are more important things to worry about.