The One's Left Behind

College Life

I was rushing to my next class, not looking where I was going - as per usual - when I ran straight into somebody. Both of our books going everywhere.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry," I rushed out. "I wasn't looking where I was going and-"

I was cut off by a melodious chuckle. When I looked up from my spot on the ground as I grabbed my books, my eyes connected with these beautiful green ones. Well, I guess I should say handsome. But they were great to look at, so you catch my drift.

"It's fine," he insisted. "I was caught up in my own world too. My name's Sean."

I smiled at the six foot tall boy in front of me. His dark hair looked wet, probably from a shower. He had the built of a football player, something I had always found attractive. But it was his eyes and smile I was drawn to, they were both warm and inviting. That is something I couldn't find in anyone's eyes back home, they were still filled with pity. So I guess that's why I went to a college across country to get away from the people who knew me and who would always pity me.

This was my new start. I could focus on my creative writing and getting my degree. But of course, I always went back home for holidays, often spending hours at Waverly's grave. I know she wouldn't want me doing that too much, she'd want me to live my life. Only I couldn't just not go visit her. It gave me comfort, and now I could finally get a word in while we had our talks. Although, I think I'd much rather have her talk my ear off until I wanted to punch her than never have her talk to me again.

Her parents finally cut off her phone. I couldn't call her anymore, which at first angered me. Then I was sad. But I finally accepted it. This was her parents way of slightly moving on and I wasn't going to stand in the middle of it. I had slightly moved on - not nearly all the way, but pretty good considering the circumstances. It was their turn to move on.

My eyes glanced back over Sean who was looking at me expectantly. He was just the guy Waverly always wanted to set me up with. And in that moment, I questioned whether it was fate we had met, or a little meddling done by her. I honestly wouldn't put it past her spirit to try and set me up with someone. She always told me nothing was going to stop her from setting me up with the perfect guy.

Oh, Waverly.

I smiled brightly at the cute boy in front of me. "I'm Emory."