Looking down

The next day, Sammy and I started to build the house. Since we didn't have any materials… all that's left to do is buy some, and the materials of the old tree house.

"This tree house is special to you, Jess." Sammy said.

"I know, but it's time to move on." I said, being true to everyone.

"Memories are kept for us to smile each time we remember them, ones these memories make us sad, they must be removed." I added.

"This tree house is the only thing that will keep you remember the happy moments that happened to you and Leslie." She said.

"Don't worry, I always carry a memory of her here, in my heart." I said.

She smiled, and started to remove the things inside, for us to use the wood for the new house. Then I helped her.

When we're done, we went to the spot where Sammy chose to put the new house.

"Here it is!" She said cheerfully.

"Nice, let's do it." I said.

I did all the woodwork… while Sammy did the design. I just found out then that she was so great when it comes to design. She did the color great, making the house super duper awesome. She made color combinations, which are new to me. It looks really great.

"There you go… with a little girl's touch, this house will rock!" Sammy said.

"I didn't know you're good there." I said.

She smiled and continued her work. I felt something when she smiled at me. I'm not just sure what you call this feeling… love? I don't think so.

"Jess, can I share something to you?" She said quite seriously.

"Sure. What's that?"

She began introducing this certain guy… and this guy studies on our school. She said she knew this guy long, long, time ago. She felt love or something while hanging out with this guy… and until now, she still likes him.

"Well?" She asked me.

I stared blankly on the fields. My mind stopped for a while… my heart's heartbeat slowed down… and wind blew harder.

"Jess!" Sammy shouted.

"Yeah?" I asked her…

"What? You just went dead."

My senses went back. My mind works again. My heartbeat's speed works normal. I just don't know what happened. After that, I told her I'm going home… and I did. I went straight to Ms. Edmunds house.

I knocked on the door, and she was the one who opened the door.

"Hey Jess." Ms. Edmunds said.

"Hi, can I talk with you?"

"Sure."

We talked, while drinking coke. I found out that she's the only one living there. Then I told her what I came for.

"Ms. Edmunds… I have a problem." I said.

The problem is… the feeling I felt. What is it? I don't know… really. But when Ms. Edmunds answered…

"Jess… this feeling is not a joke. It's not anger that you can erase by saying sorry. It's something that can make you do anything… It's something that can hurt you to the fullest. This feeling is the most wonderful feeling that one can feel. Take care of it. Fight for it. It's what you call Love."

(Chapters 4 – 6 are written 3 years ago! Will start right now for Chapter 7 )