See You Around~ Grester (completed)

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chester's POV

We flew home today, I couldn't wait, excited to carry on with our lives as if this step-back never happened. Grace clung to my hand as we boarded the plane, her face going pale. I guess she never really got over the accident.

"It'll be okay." I said, trying to reassure her but also myself.

"Yeah. Yeah it will." She replied, gripping my hand a little tighter.

I was glad to have her hand in mine right now. Last time I was on a plane trying to find her and win her back and I had done that, she was with me now and that made me so happy. I still had to pinch myself into believing she was with me; the time away we spent causing me so much pain.

The plane took flight, leaving the city behind. I looked to Grace who now rested her head on my shoulder, her hands in my lap. Her eyes were closed and I couldn't help but stare. The way her eyelashes fluttered every now and then. The way her whole frame moved slightly when the plane moved suddenly. I looked up to the sky, looking up to my dad. I felt as if he was smiling down at me and I smiled back. For once I felt as if everything I was doing wasn't disappointing him, I knew he would've forced me to get on a flight and find Grace whatever it took. And that's what I did; putting a ring on her finger in the process.

I didn't mind that he wasn't here with me right now, of course his presence would be gratefully accepted but I always felt as if he was next to me anyway. He was the one that pushed me onto the plane, he was the one that lead me to Grace in the evening light. He always knew how much I cared for Grace, he said you could see it in my eyes.

Grace's POV

The only way I could explain what Chester meant to me was that it was as if my heart had a chain around it, one that was locked and Chester seemed to be the key. Now it was open and alive. Before I was enclosed, surrounded by my own feelings but now it was all different.

I think he thought I was sleeping because be began to speak to me but it was as if he was telling me things I wasn't meant to hear. Although I did, and his words cascaded into my heart.

"I could recite your letter off by heart you know? I could say every single word. I'm sorry. You have to know that, I'm so sorry. I'm never going to stop apologising but you probably already know that don't you? You always do seem to know me better than I do myself. Hey, you never told me how that appointment went, I bet it was okay, you deserve that. And the treatment will be hard but you'll be okay, you'll pull through. I'll be here to hold your hand through it all okay? Though it all."

I squeezed his hand, making him sit up-right. I smiled to myself at his reaction, I could tell he was embarrassed- I wasn't meant to hear that. I already knew what he said but it in no way lessened the meaning of his words.

"I know." I said quietly, I didn't even know if he heard but he kissed my hair as he rested his head on mine.

I slept for the rest of the journey and I noticed how my dreams were becoming more and more like memories. They always used to be extravagant ambitions or a fictional reality that could never happen but now when I my body shut down and my mind awakened, my dreams were reality. The only way I could comprehend this was that my life was complete, that there was nothing left I needed to dream for. Everything was where I wanted it to be, nothing was needed. I was happy and content and everything was picture perfect.

We arrived home later in the day, walking in to a trashed house.

"Oh. Oh yeah, I forgot about this. Erm, sorry. I was kind of angry and upset.." Chester said, his eyes a pleading mixture of betrayal and humour.

I walked through the door, admiring the damage Chester had done. I looked into our bedroom, every item of clothing he had ever purchased laying on the floor. An empty bottle of vodka lay next to a framed photo of me and him. I felt as if this room contained so many memories, it felt tear-stained. I could picture Chester laying on the floor, trying to hold back tears but at the same time angrily throwing objects around. I began to pick up his clothes, one by one placing them back where they belonged.

"I want you to know that those days we spent apart were the worst days of my life." He said, helping me tidy up.

"It wasn't easy on me either." I said, gazing around the room- my eyes falling to the empty bottle of alcohol once again.

"No, no of course it wasn't. But I need you to know, to realise how every second I spent without you was a bad second. I know it sounds petty and stupid but I hate it when I'm not with you, when you're not with me." He said, coming closer to me.

"Don't you ever leave again." I whispered solemnly into his chest, his arms enveloping me.

"Never."