lost in forever

Chapter 3

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"One...two...three...ten"- I counted

"you cheated Raine". He said the fact that he disapproved of my actions was evident in his tone and facial expressions.

"You skipped most of the numbers!" He accused. I was confused. He was older than me he knew how to count right I didn't.

The fact that he was upset with me was enough to make me burst into tears. "I didn't mean to cheat." I wailed

His face went from anger to pity "dont cry Raine"... he said. He looked as if he didn't know what to do. I was still crying my eyes out.

"It's okay Raine if you didnt cheat on purpose it's not even cheating." He gave me a hug. And I stopped crying.

"It's okay Raine it was just an accident." He assured me wiping away the tears. "Come on mommy has cake, do you want cake Raine." I nodded my head and he took my hand leading me to the house.
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I woke up with tears in my eyes, It was nothing new though I had many dreams about River.

Sometimes they were just nightmares about me yelling for him to come back...chasing him through the woods.

And sometimes it was like what I just described...something that actually happened.

I know it sounds absurd because I only knew River for the first seven or eight years of my life but I missed him like crazy.

Most people eould be over it by now but river and I were so close he was impossible to forget.

I remember they had his funeral. They knew I would flip when there was no body laying in the coffin so they tried to keep me from seeing the coffin up close...it didnt work

I could have excepted it if he were dead if they had proof but they didnt. That was why I felt so incomplete.

Of course I would have been sad. I would still feel like he left with a big chunk of me but I wouldn't be so hurt or confused.

Sometimes I wish I could just be like everybody else. Sometimes I wish that I didnt look in tha coffin at all. That I had just excepted what they said.

But then sometimes I dont sometimes im glad that river could be alive somewhere. But I hated the feeling of obligation that came with it.

I hated that I felt like I had to find him... like I owed it to him to find him. When he could have wanted to leave.

I got out of my bed and took a hot shower. I did this whenever I had dreams about river. It was sort of like burning the memories away. It was like they got cleared with the smoke.

After my shower I threw on a pair of sweatpants and a oversized t-shirt then I went out for my morning jog.

I liked to leve my phone at the house when I went for my jog. I would jog a mile grab some breakfast at the diner that Ms.Bird ran and jog the mule back.

It was extremly foggy outside vut I knew the way. My hair whipped against my face with every step but I kept running until my throat tightened up and I had to stop.

I was taking a rest when I heard feet coming toward me. I couldn't really see who or what it was but I felt like I needed to protect myself or hide pribsbly because I couldn't see clearly.