Chapter 3
Sara
Sara was so wrapped up in the paperwork she was doing that she almost didn't hear the knock on her door.
"Come in." she said not taking her eyes off the papers in front of her.
"Sara," she heard a deep familiar voice.
"Michael?" she looked up to see Michael standing there.
"What are you doing here?" she asked not believing this was happening.
"I had to come and find you." he said stepping closer to her.
"Michael, you're too late I'm getting married." she said with a shaky voice.
"It's never too late Sara." he said taking her in his arms.
She knew she should pull away but only pulled herself closer as he kissed her.
He pulled away momentarily to look into her eyes.
"Sara, I love you." she heard Michael say as he leaned back in.
"Sara...Sara..." she felt herself being shook.
She snapped her eyes open to find her best friend towering over her.
"Heather?" she asked confused "What's going on?"
"You fell asleep." Heather told her in concern "Are you okay? You've been working too hard lately."
"Yeah, I'm fine." Sara said giving her a reassuring smile.
"Okay. Well hurry up, I'm starving and our lunch break will be over soon."
"Alright I'll meet you outside, I just have to grab my purse and we're out of here."
Heather nodded in agreement and headed towards the door.
Sara slumped back into her chair once Heather shut the door behind her.
She sighed and ran her hands over her face.
"This is just getting worse." she said to herself as she collected her things and headed out the door.
"So what were you dreaming about?" Heather pried from across the table as they waited for their lunch to arrive.
"Nothing special." Sara lied.
"Don't lie to me. Whatever you were dreaming about you had the biggest smile I've ever seen on you since I met you."
"I don't know if I should be talking about this." she blushed in return.
"Come on. If you can't tell your best friend who can you tell?"
"I guess your right." Sara admitted in defeat.
"Alright so dish. Who were you dreaming about?"
"Michael..." Sara said looking down in embarrassment.
"Whoa Michael Scofield, Michael" her friend sat up in shock.
"Yes."
"So what happened in this dream?" she pried further.
"He came back for me..." Sara trailed off.
"And..."
"And we kissed." Sara didn't think she could get any more red than she already was but sure enough she did.
"Oh my God." Heather squealed in excitement.
"Not so loud." Sara said as everyone stared over at them.
"Sara, I'm confused. Aren't you getting married to John in 7 days?"
"Yeah, that's what's so bad about it. Lately I can't seem to think of anything or anyone else but Michael. It's been a year; I should be over this by now. I mean he's probably married and hasn't given me a single thought this whole time."
"Well you know what this means don't you?"
"What?" Sara asked slumping back into her chair.
"You still love him."
"Now that's ridiculous." Sara laughed as their food was set in front of them.
"Whatever you say." Heather said knowing how stubborn Sara could be.
"Maybe she's right." Sara said to herself as she watched Heather dive into her salad "Actually I know she's right."