The Stories of Leah Clearwater - (Book One)

Chapter 17 - The Unexpected

After Sam left he went down to the beach for a while. He found himself at our old spot. His fingers ran through the sand. The moon was lighting the waves as they crashed onto the shore. “What have I done?” he looked out across the water.

The pain Sam had caused me weighing heavily on his conscious. “It’s my fault. Emily’s face. God I’m a monster.” He looked down beside him on the sand, and there sat the letter. I wrote the letter back when we broke up, when he left me for Emily. Tonight he finally had it. It had been sitting in my journal with his name on it. When I threw my journal it fell out. He slowly opened the paper and read it.

Complete and total adoration,

My gift to you, my heart was yours.

In ten weeks you shaped it,

In one night you murdered it.

Torn from my chest and laid at your feet,

That first step you took was the worst.

Since then you've walked a thousand miles in silence and short remark,

I still have these memories,

But we'll never see what we could have been.

Remember when we talked about where we'd be a year from now?

Remember when you held my hand like you'd never let it go?

Remember, cause that's all you can do.

We'll never make another memory,

We'll never make another memory.

I wish I'd have died in your arms the last time we were together,

So I wouldn't have to wake without you today.

This time I thought things were real.

You said they were, what happened?

You were a priority, was I an option?

I let you see a side of me that I don't share with anyone.

Promises are just words unless they are fulfilled.

you knew from the beginning all I had to offer you was my heart,

I'm sorry that wasn't enough.

So, we'll go our own ways,

And hopefully you'll remember the things I've told you,

Hopefully you'll understand that everything I said was in sincerity.

A broken heart is not what I wanted from this,

But I guess I've learned from it.

But aren't you supposed to learn from your mistakes?

I don't consider this a mistake,

I just wish the story didn't end this way,

Cause I'm still in love with the person who helped me write it.

Remember when you held my hand like you'd never let it go?

Remember when we talked about where we'd be a year from now?

He just looked at the paper. “Leah I’m so sorry. I couldn’t help it.” he said out loud.

Emily was at home and just finished folding laundry and had put it away. She sat down on the couch waiting for Sam to come home. Finally the clock was reading 12:44am. “Goodnight Sam. Hope your okay?” She got up and turned off the lights and went to bed.