I wait for something, anything. But like last time, nothing happens. I close my eyes once again, trying to calm myself. I take deep breaths, and try to stop the shaking. I hear a small noise and I open my eyes, hoping for any sign of him. Instead, I find a note. I smile, remembering how he never wanted to say anything. I find myself crawling over to the paper, hoping for something telling me to look behind me or to look up. This time, it said wait. I smile and shake my head, "Well could I at least get some aspirin for my head?" I ask.
The instant I ask, my headache is gone. I smile, once again knowing it was him that relieved me. Laying on the ground, I close my eyes and for once drift into a peaceful sleep.
I wake up, and it feels like I've slept for hours. "How long was I out?" I whisper.
"Eh, it was about three hours I would think." I hear.
I sit up and twist my head until I see him. There he is again, except this time he look older. His hair is cut differently and he looks older, more mature. "Thanks." he says, a blush flooding his cheeks.
I give him a look, "What do you mean?"
He smiles, "Oh, I forgot that you don't know I can read your mind."
I blush and look down at my lap, "Oh yeah, I kind of forgot you are an angel type thing aren't you."
He smirks, "Yeah, I am an 'angel type thing.'"
I look up and see how you've turned out. Yeah, I missed him. "I missed you too." he says.
"Dangit Will! Stop reading my mind!"
He throws his head back in laughter, something else I've missed. After a few minutes of nonstop laughing, he dries his eyes and stands up. Walking over to me, he extends his hand, "Come on," he says, "We're going somewhere."
I put all of my trust in him, grab his hand and wait for the inevitable drop of my stomach.
We're there in just a few seconds. Just as I knew, my stomach was swirling. Turning my head slightly to Will, I notice how his eyes are sparkling with tears. Tilting my head questioningly, I start to wonder what's wrong. "I'm fine Claire, there's nothing wrong. I just can't believe how much I've missed you."
A blush starts creeping up my cheeks as I turn away and finally take in the view in front of us. A slight gasp escapes as I notice the breathtaking picture in front of me. "Woah..."
Will looks at me while I stare at the setting sun on the pastel blue sky. A small smile is playing on his lips as I try to form the words I've always wanted to say. "I know what you want to say, and I want it too. I do have a question for you though."
"And what exactly is that?"
"Why did you never get married?"
I look to the ground, tempted to not say a word. He places a hand under my chin and carefully lifts my head up, "Come on Claire, you have to tell me."
"I was waiting for you."
The kiss was sudden, it was quick and simple, and yet, perfect. "I was hoping you would say that." he said.
He intertwines his fingers with mine and carefully pulls me back to the place we began at. A quick second later, and I'm back at the wedding dress parlor.
