EZRA
" Ezra! Ezra!" I scream. I can still smell the smoking around me, the burning on my skin when running towards the sound.
I toss and turn around my bed, "Skylar! Skylar! ." after that, I don't hear anything.
Someone comes in the room and sees me sleeping restlessly as I continuously scream out her name and be covered in sweat.
Once again, I scream her repeatedly when I feel the person shaking my shoulder to wake up, I toss and turn before waking up to see Rachel's evil hazel eyes, but all I see is Sebastian standing next to me.
" Dude? Are you okay. You are sweating like crazy," he says.
I look at my chest to see its build of sweat all over of me, "Hmm... I'm okay," I lie.
He nods, shoves his hands in his pocket, notices I'm not telling the truth; there's no reason to say to him about what happened; the only person who knows about Skylar is Rachel.
"Do you want me to call anyone?" he asks, walks to his bed. I give him a look, "Why do you care?" I snap. Sebastian rolls his eyes, "You are having a nightmare about some girl," he says, taking off of his shoes. I want to tell him to call Rachel, but she's better without knowing me, but I need to do something to show her I care, so I grab my phone and walk out of the room.
I walk outside the dorm room building, notice drunk people are hovering over each other with either a cigarette bud or a drink in their hands; I smell the smoke, I almost sick, then I feel my back as a sign I didn't save Skylar, then I shake it away. I go to my contracts to call someone; I see her name with a picture of her smiling.
*I'm such a dick. I'm not good enough for her*.
As the thought kept racing, I decided to take a walk at 2 am then forget I was shirtless. I don't give a fuck but walk to my car to grab clothes anyway; I find my car, go to my trunk, grab a black shirt, put it on, and start driving. Meanwhile, I keep hearing shitty rap music from party to party; I turn on the radio dial, then stop at a random song.
"Lost and Insecure. You found me, you found me" a song appears on the radio, to realize it's The Fray song that Rachel was singing very loud and clear in the library. I start laughing like a goof when pulling up a flower shop; I wait until the song ends to keep the memory going.
...
Twenty-five minutes later, I saw the light turning on inside; I shut off the car, grabbed my wallet and phone. When going to the door, a man puts a closed sign, "Sorry sir. We're closed." he says. I sign, "No, I need to get in. Please." I tried to explain, but he was about to shut the lights, "Wait!" I snatched about 30 bucks out of my pocket to let the old white-haired man get me in.
"I will get you thirty bucks. I beg. Just please?" The man stands by the light for a moment; then he sees that I'm desperate that I'm willing to pay him.
The man gets his keys, unlocks the door, "You have twenty minutes. Come in." he answers. I walk in, and there are probably thousands of different flowers in the shops, from roses to any other dull flower.
...
I keep wondering around, trying to figure out what flowers to give to Skylar and Rachel, but I have no clue. I spot roses, and they say 'Romance' too mushy feeling. Then tulips remind me of something you would give to a relative in the hospital. Suddenly, I see sunflowers in the corner of my eye, and they remind me of Rachel whose all happy and sunshine like the flowers.
*What the fuck is happening to me?*.
I grab about five bouquets of sunflowers, "Those are very nice," I jump in fright when the old man that looks like Santa Clause comes up behind me; I look at him, "Thanks. I will take five of these," I say.
Old man Santa's eyes wide up, "Great! I will ring you up." He says in excitement. We began to walk towards the cash register until I glanced at two small pots of flowers, "Excuse me? What kind of flowers are these?" I point at them. He goes to me, puts on his old-fashioned glasses, leans down to the name tag, "Forget - me - nots," he says, not
I nod, "What does that fucking mean?".
The old man lowers his eyes, coughs, "Don't use that tone on me. I will call the police to have you arrested,".
*Fuck! That's the last thing I need, I mean, it wouldn't be the first time I would be in handcuffs for a crime.*
I look down at the flowers; they are so tiny but pretty for the color of purple-blue, "Just tell me what they mean," I ask nicely. Santa Clause smiled, "They mean Remembrance, like a memory." he answered.
As he keeps talking to me, I begin to space out, trying to remember Skylar, but the more years come, the harder it gets to remember her, from her facial face to her smile. I can remember her voice calling me; suddenly, I feel a small tear rolling down.
Are you okay, son?
I look up at him, see the concern in his face, and notice I'm about to cry in front of him; I wipe my watery eyes away, "Um..." I try to catch my breath, "Yeah. I will get two of these," I say, and he nods as grabbing both of the pots and bring them to the cash register, and I follow him.
...
A while later, once I'm back at my room with all of the flowers, it's about 4 am; I'm tired and go back to sleep with the thoughts of my girls crossing and pressing against my brain.
...
*Alarm clock ring*
Ugh! I grab my phone, it's 7, but I shut off my phone. Fifth-teen minutes later, the alarm clock keeps going off; I throw it across the room until hearing something drop, I open one eye, and it's half of my books.
I roll out of bed, get up, and start picking up the books; suddenly, a note falls out of one of them, The Great Gatsby. I set the rest of the books back on the shelves and read the letter before knowing it was in French.
*I can't read this shit*.
When trying to read the French of the last five minutes, I notice there's writing in the back, and it's the letter in English, thank goodness.
*French*
Ezra, je ne sais pas quand tu verras ça, mais je veux te faire savoir que depuis le temps que j'ai passé avec toi, c'est mon moment préféré de ma journée. Même quand on crie, mais pour abréger cette lettre, peu importe combien tu essaies de me repousser. Je suis toujours là pour toi.
- Rachel.
*English*
Ezra, I don't know when you will see this, but I want to tell you that the time I have spent with you is my favorite time of my day from the time I have spent with you. Even when we scream, let's cut this letter short, no matter how much you try to push me away. I'm always here for you.
- Rachel.
Once I'm done reading the beautiful letter, I'm crying about how beautiful it is, and when feeling the mushy tears, this girl makes me emotional, as the tears fall; when I begin to think I need to do this before I lose her before I have her.
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