I see him, I see Derrick. After he saw me looking in his direction, he called my name. As soon as I heard him call to me, I knew something was wrong. I've never really heard Derrick talk like this, a deep voice, the words slowly rolling off of his tongue. I don't move, afraid of what will happen if I do. My mind insists to stay, but my body says different. Before I knew it, I'm running in Derrick's direction. When I look up, I see him running towards me. As our bodies meet, he wraps his arms around me, so tight I can barley move. When he hugs me, I feel safe. I hug him tight, smelling his cologne. I look up into Derrick's eyes, as I look down, he puts his hand on my chin and directs my face towards his. As he leans in for a kiss, I start to cry. When our lips finally meet, he puts his hand on my neck and tears are rolling down my cheek into our mouths. Our heads shift, and I can feel his grip getting tighter around my neck. After a long meaningful kiss, he pulls himself off of me. He looks into my eyes. It's like Derrick can see right into me, I feel like he knows what I'm thinking. As he slowly backs away, I freeze. Once Derrick is out of reach, I take a step towards him. At that very moment, I knew something was wrong. It was quiet, all I could hear was the wind. But then Derrick started talking, and he was the only thing I was focusing on. I was watching his lips move as he spoke, and his hair flipping in the wind. I swear I must have missed something, because all I heard was, "Stella, we can't see each other anymore." After Derrick said his last word, he slowly started to walk away. I was watching him walk, as if he would turn around and come back. But the sad thing was, he didn't.
