I looked down at her. I didn't realise how short she was, stopping at maybe 5'3, I towered her with my 6'2 frame. She looked nervous, so I smiled down.
"What's up?" I asked, slightly confused.
world around me slowed down.
"What!" I questioned, my hope bubbling in my throat."You're alive! how?"
"Not exactly" she blew out a breath, as the hope sunk to the pit of my stomach, making me nauseous all over again. "I'm a spirit, I sent myself down to talk to you. I've been looking over you and I was worried about you"
"B-but that's not possible" I stuttered, still trying to wrap my head around this.
"Why do you think we look so similar?" she asked, but not expecting an answer back "I came down here so we could get our last goodbye, and because I needed to tell you, it's time to move on. Lifes too short, you and I both know that. So I need you to stop grieving over me and go live your life, you're too young to waste it.
"It's too hard, life's too hard without you," I croaked, barely believing my eyes.
"It will be, but you're strong and you'll get through it. Don't let these months turn into years Cole. remember I'll always be with you, even if you cant see me" Adriana smiled a watery smile at me and whispered "I have to go now, but remember what I said. I'll always love you Cole" as she was turning around, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her to me.
"I love you too and I always will" I whispered back. I gave her one last kiss. It was salty from all our tears, but also freeing. I had gotten my goodbye after all. She pulled away, and disappeared into the crowd.
It was 12:30. I said goodbye to Al and collected my phone. I decided I was sober enough to walk home. I replayed the whole night through my head, trying to think if it had actually happened and I was surprisingly calm. It was as if a wave of peace had washed over me. I knew then and there, that I would finally be able to move on. It took me nearly an hour to get home. I had a shower and went straight to bed. I had the best sleep I've had in months.
The End
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