Chapter 4:
He stood there – the rain beating down on his shoulders, dirt washing over him like the filth of loathing in his family. This was his dream. Her house standing strong in front of him. The blustery weather snaking around his frame, holding him down. He was planted to the spot, waiting. Waiting for her regretful smile to emerge from the window.
And then it did. Just like a miracle, he thought. Just as though he willed it to happen. Her eyes searched around and dropped on him. Her lips arched slightly upward – he was sure she didn't even realize how kind her face always appeared. And then her face fell and she disappeared like a wisp of smoke. What had just happened? Was he still dreaming? No, he thought, it couldn't be a dream. She never left in his dream. She never left.
And she hadn't here, either. She emerged from the door, grasping her sweater around her. She ran towards him frantically, worry etched into every feature of her beautiful face.
"Nathan?" she asked without really asking a question. His eyes locked into hers. She had come to him. That was different. That was Haley.
"You're better than the dream," he muttered.
She shook her head, not understanding or perhaps not even hearing. "Nathan, we need to go inside." She grabbed his hand and he followed her. Like he always did. Without question.
He stood there – the rain beating down on his shoulders, dirt washing over him like the filth of loathing in his family. This was his dream. Her house standing strong in front of him. The blustery weather snaking around his frame, holding him down. He was planted to the spot, waiting. Waiting for her regretful smile to emerge from the window.
And then it did. Just like a miracle, he thought. Just as though he willed it to happen. Her eyes searched around and dropped on him. Her lips arched slightly upward – he was sure she didn't even realize how kind her face always appeared. And then her face fell and she disappeared like a wisp of smoke. What had just happened? Was he still dreaming? No, he thought, it couldn't be a dream. She never left in his dream. She never left.
And she hadn't here, either. She emerged from the door, grasping her sweater around her. She ran towards him frantically, worry etched into every feature of her beautiful face.
"Nathan?" she asked without really asking a question. His eyes locked into hers. She had come to him. That was different. That was Haley.
"You're better than the dream," he muttered.
She shook her head, not understanding or perhaps not even hearing. "Nathan, we need to go inside." She grabbed his hand and he followed her. Like he always did. Without question.