PART TWO

Morning came before he realized. The beeping of the alarm on his watch broke him from her reverie. He felt good as he rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. His scrapbook lay closed beside him as he thought of everything he dreamed about. It was rare when he remembered his dreams, but when he did, he couldn't help but smile. This time though, it was different.

He had dreamed of the past and he was happy that he had, but those dreams were interrupted by something that surprised him. Visions of Kimberly filled his dreams; something that was rare these days. She was the love of his life; at least she had been in high school. Then she had torn his heart to shreds when she revealed that she was in love with someone else. How she could have fallen for someone else was beyond him.

But, he had long forgiven her for what she had done. They were young and in high school when they were together. It was bound to end badly.

He had had many dreams about her when they were first apart, but now when he had so many other things on his mind; it was rare when he even dreamed. So, when visions of her danced in his mind, he was taken aback with shock. She was just as beautiful as the day he first laid eyes upon her. Her soft, chestnut hair gently blew around her as she gently twirled in front of him to model her new pink silk dress for him. "What do you think, Handsome?" she asked, smiling widely as she called him by the nickname she had given him. Her gorgeous brown eyes sparkled in the afternoon sun as they waked to school together. Even in dreams he felt as though it had only been yesterday when they were the hottest couple in Angel Grove High School.

He groaned loudly as he tried to have his mind stray away from the one who got away; though he would never say it aloud.

He checked his watch to find that it was only nine o'clock. The dedication wasn't until noon, so it gave him the chance to go around Angel Grove and see the sights.

He carefully climbed out of bed and stretched. His entire body was stiff as he slowly made his way to the bathroom, his knapsack in hand. It seemed as though the dreams of Kimberly did him some good. It had been the best sleep he had had in a long time. But, why did it have to be thoughts of her that helped him get sleep?

He ran a hand through his short hair as he tried to think of other things. There was so much he wanted to do today. His head had to be clear for him to see everything he had wanted to.

He turned on the shower and waited for the water to get to his desired temperature. He gazed at his reflection and stared into his own eyes. He couldn't hide the fact that even though it was just a dream, it was good to see her smile again. All he had to remember it was the old photographs he kept around his home. He missed that smile so much.

He closed his eyes and turned away from the mirror. Why was he letting the past haunt him so? Why was this dedication bringing everything back to him? Why was it so hard for him to let the past go?

He was beginning to believe that coming back wasn't such a good idea.

The morning was quiet as he walked around town. People were busy at work and school which left only a few people left to roam the streets. He passed by the school, memories of his own high school days filling his mind. He smiled at the thought of many years there with his best friends. They had been the best times of his life.

He found his way into the old cemetery. In his hand, he carried a bouquet of yellow roses. He never would have forgiven himself of he didn't do this.

When he approached the tombstone he and his friends had crowded around only four years earlier, he found that he wasn't Trini's only visitor. There, lying upon the ground, were three more bunches of the same yellow flowers he held in his own hands. A small smile crept to his lips as he witnessed the sight.

"It looks like I'm not your only visitor," he said softly as he gently laid his bouquet among the others. "It's a shame that it takes something like this for us to visit. I really wish I would have been able to visit more, but you know how things can get. I just want you to know that you will never be forgotten. Today's ceremony will be proof of that." He didn't know what else to say. There was so much that he wanted to, he just didn't know how to say it.

"I think we all feel that way," a familiar voice said.

He looked up from the epitaph to the person who stood behind him. His jaw fell slack as his eyes set upon the new visitor. His voice caught in his throat as the girl of his dreams stood there, clutching her own bouquet of flowers. "Kim?" he asked.

Her brown eyes sparkled at the way he said her name. "It's been a long time, Handsome," she said as she knelt down next to him and set her flowers among the others.

"Too long," he said as the scent of her perfume tickled her senses.

"You look great—I love your hair." She blushed at this small talk, but it was all they could do without going too deep into the past.

He felt his cheeks get hot as he rand a hand through his short, spiked hair. "Thanks. I did it before the Serpentera mission. I just thought I needed a change." Their gazes locked for only a moment before he turned away and stood up while clearing his throat. "Well, I suppose that you'll want to be left alone… I'll see you at the dedication." He walked backwards until he backed into a tree. He felt his cheeks get hotter as the embarrassment hit him. He couldn't believe it. After all these years, she still had an effect on him.

"Wait," she called to him. He turned around to see her jogging after him, her sky blue dress with little pink flowers flowing around her. "There isn't anything I could say that I haven't already." He gave her a puzzled look as the two exited the cemetery, side-by-side. "I visit her every week," she explained.

He nodded his head in understanding, and then stopped as he looked at her with confusion clear on his face. "You moved back?"

She nodded. "Three years ago… Would you like some coffee? There's this great place around the corner."

"Sure." He smiled as she led the way. Everything was the same with her. She was still as beautiful as ever it was seemed like she even had that same spark that caught his eyes so long ago. They entered the quaint coffee shop and sat at a table near the window.

Yay, part two. I think I've finally got the direction I want. I didn't exactly know where this was going to go before, but now, I suppose that I have to give in and go with the words.

So, please read and review.