Within Reach

~Part 13~

A/N

Hello everyone!!!!!
How are ya doing!!?
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I have finally posted again! Sorry to keep you waiting my lovelies!
I've had a lot on my plate and lately probably bitten off more than i can chew!

(Just to remind you, in the last chapter they went to the supermarket! Sivanna bought way too many easter eggs and we found out about Audrey's love of strawberry milk. then that night, she dreamt of the boy with blonde hair and pale eyes)

But i really hope you like this chapter! It was originally two separate ones, but i joined them, as the first seemed a little short!

But anyway, please enjoy, and a MASSIVE thank you to you reader! Because your support and reading my story means everything to me!

Please comment and let me know what you think!!!!!!!!!!
Lovin' you guys always!!

~Littlefuzzypeach
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~Part 13~

The night after that I dreamt again. The familiar dark, moon mist midnight light that swirled in my bedroom, entertained my sub conscious rest.
But he didn't sit still. He didn't watch me. He didn't wait. He didn't stare. That night he sat, back up against the Side of my bed on the right, so close That if I wasn't dreaming, I would be able to stroke the golden bangs of his blonde hair. A little bit of his pale back exposed, arms so smooth.
He sat, reading
'once on the verge of nightmares' that was the only other thing in the room besides my bed, with the pages illuminated slightly as the gentle shine of stars out side bounced off the paper. Slowly, I watched as he turned each page, so perfectly. So still. No noise or anything that could awake me form my fantasy dreaming, only a movement of a page flying back to lay against another. Every now and then I could catch the words of a chapter, bold and thick. The print of general story were too thin and small to read from my head on pillow position.

~6~ in the weeks till then.
~11~ This is what I'll say to you.
~15~ upon the years from now.
~16~ if my whispers every reach you.
~21~ there's no way in knowing.
~22~ calling for the atmosphere
~45~ un sent wishes.
~47~ if you really wanted to.
~69~ there's no way to call a dead man.
~88~ until we meet again.
~98~ this is where we part.

Every time his fingers brushed the crisp paper, an urge surged through my body. I wanted to touch his hand, to hold it. I wanted to ask him question after question until the sun rose and he faded into a memory of the past night. I wanted to know where he was. Was he real? Why had I imagined him? Did I used to know him? A long lost friend? Why? Why? Why could he exist only in my dreams, when I couldn't reach him? Why couldn't he come and see me, so I could thank him, so I could nod at him in appreciation. Not because he saved my life. He didn't need thanking for that. Because I hadn't wanted to be saved. I'd thank him just for caring enough to try. For trying to preserve a lost soul. A dead end. A broken spirit. For wanting me to live, when I've only ever been a burden. For, even though he wasn't actually, being next to me to pull me through the pain. For jumping after me, even if it was just a hallucination. For holding my wrist as we dove together.
I had a million questions, but only one answer. It made me tingle inside, squeeze my brain, twist my stomach in confusion and probably made me more than just a little bit insane.

But it was the truth.

And I myself was the only one Who couldn't deny it, too.

I was falling in a deep, lost, pool of love, for the boy who fell along side me.

Who might not even exist.

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One councillor session yesterday + one in 10 minutes time = over 40 thousand childhood flashbacks. Well, childhood night mares.
My councillor Jill, had been kind Enough to offer that from now on she drove to our house, to host the sessions there, so that we didn't have to drive 1&1/2 hours to the councillor clinic there. So that, thankfully, eliminated the worry of getting in and out of the car to drive all the way up north. Although since I wasn't allowed to go to school until I could walk, which wasn't too far out of view, I had nothing much to do anyway. My spine was still badly broken, but so close to repair that walking didn't seem so far away. 4 weeks maybe? Just in time to join in after Easter holidays.
But that meant: Lots more rehab.
And Rehab was the bad stuff. I'd been relocated to the rehab centre in Minton, and thankfully, the people there were a lot nicer, and a lot easier going, but it still meant pain, and still meant effort. So, I waited for Jill, who was coming to our house. Our sanctuary. My safe place. Which was good and bad. Good, we didn't have to drive, bad, I hate councillors, and now one was going to come into my territory.