Glowing - A Caspar Lee Fan Fiction [ON HOLD]

Chapter 17

Caspar’s POV:

From the very first moment I laid eyes on Sam, I knew there was something deeper, something more meaningful than what was on the surface.

I can still picture her standing on the doorstep of the Harries’ house, a quizzical look on her face, the one where she didn’t believe me. I had grown to fall in love with that face every time I saw her.

Every glimpse at her visage was a glimpse of peace for me. Every whisper of a touch was a spark that didn’t, wouldn’t, couldn’t die. I was meant to be with this perfect girl, and she was meant to be with me. From the very first word she said to me, I knew she was special to me. I didn’t know exactly what at that time, but I knew all the same.

 Once she was mine, there was nobody else that could ever take me as high as she did. I never wanted the perfection of us to end. It almost seemed too good to be true for a guy like me. But, of course, no fairy tale can end happily in real life.

 The whole ordeal of Vito and his goal to harass us until we had nothing left, forcing my family to give him what he wanted drove me to believe he would act out.

 I was terrified, the moment Tony informed me Vito was closing in on Sam. I knew I couldn’t let anything happen to her-I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I had.

 At first, the plan seemed like the stupidest thing ever, but Tony and Charles convinced me. I had to make it convincing enough so Sam and the rest of the world believed I was actually dead, so that Vito would.

 It was a horrible mistake.

Looking back on it all now, I know there could have been so many other plans we would have come up with if we had more time, one less traumatizing. But I was stupid.

 And on the night of her big championship too!

I kick myself every time I think about it. Those first three months after the accident were surely the loneliest I have ever felt.

There was a black hole in my heart that couldn’t be replaced. No matter how much my family tried to help, there was no denying I was dying. At some point I couldn’t take it anymore and forced Thea to call her.

I needed to hear her voice, know she was okay, and know she was still there. But she didn’t answer. My heart, already in a thousand broken pieces, broke a little more.

After slowly regaining life and getting back into the family matter of politics, I knew I wasn’t getting over Sam anytime soon.

She was permanent. I couldn’t just erase the love of my life out of my life in such a short time.

 A year later, I sent Tony to keep any eye on her. The very first time he send me an ‘update’, she was having coffee with Dan.

How I envied him.

He used to be my friend and he was there when I ‘died’, and here I was envious of the guy for being able to talk to Sam and be with her, drink in her glowing presence. Then Tony sent me a picture of her. I almost cried.

She looked tired, but happy.  Her once bright blond hair was now a dark brown, causing her porcelain skin to make her look flawless. She was laughing in the image. I missed that laugh. It reminded me of every time I had caused that magic laugh, every time I was with her.

I missed her more than anything. I wanted more than anything to be able to hear her voice, see her face, hear her laugh, touch her skin.

Vito officially became hated person #1 on my list after that. He had taken my world away from me; he had taken the person I loved most. There was no way he would be getting that law passed anytime.