My Side of the Story

It had been two weeks since I'd seen him. When I did see hime, I was in complete shock and surprise. It was hard to breathe and the room began to spin. I couldn't believe he was standing in front of me

Earlier that day my sister had told me that he had been in an accident. She wasn't sure, but quite positive, he was dead. I had been in the study reading my latest favorite novel. I was well in depth with this story of romance between the two beloved characters. The room had been silent and was comfortable in temperature. My sister had burst through the double doors, tears streaming down her face, and fell to her knees to tell me this news of his accident.

I went stragiht to my bedroom where I dropped in front of the window. My face wet and red from sobs of despair, I gazed into the courtyard After three long hours I had fallen asleep. In my dream, I had dreamed of him. His wonderful smile and voice held my attention. I ran my fingers through his blonde hair and gently kissed him. He told me he loved me and I held him closer.

I awoke to my sister's knocking at the door. It took me a minute to overcome the loss of an exotic dream. I could have stayed dreaming forever as long as he was in it. I got up from the window seat and opended the door. She was waiting with outspread arms. I leaned into her arms and began to cry again.

Confusion set over when I heard the front door open. I hurried downstairs to see who it was. To my surprise it was him. My perfect angel all there staring at me. I ran to him and hugged him tightly. I never wanted to let go.