How He Saved Summer

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

I sat in front of Seth. My eyes kept looking at the liquid in my cup to his golden eyes. I can't believe he got me to play this stupid game. Honestly it's a pathetic way to get to know someone, also an excuse to drink alcohol.

 Seth is sitting with his legs straight out with his back against my wall. He had on black athletic shorts and a black hoodie that read "Lincoln High Weight Lifting 2010-2011." No wonder the kid was pretty buff.

The room had been silent ever since I agreed to play along with his games. When I sat down in front of him he seemed not to notice. His mood had changed from playful to serious. His eyes were looking in the distance. I followed them until I realized he was looking at all of my pictures. I forgot I put them up last night.

"Who's that?" I followed his pointed finger to a picture of a my grandma and I. We were in her hospital room. She was laying down in bed wearing a hospital gown, her thick brown hair was up in a tight bun. I was laying next to her in my pajamas. We were both fast asleep in each others arms. I looked closer. I could see all the tubes running in her arm that was draped around me. Monitors surrounded the bed. I tore my eyes from the photograph. Tears were ready to burst any minute. I closed my eyes and looked the other way to answer Seth. I didn't want him to see me this way. "That's my Grandma." 

Complete silence rushed over us. I hugged my knees. I felt a hand on my arm. I ignored it until I felt it tugging away from my little ball I had made. I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt him sliding me towards him. I stopped protesting when he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me onto his lap. I still wouldn't look at him. I could feel him getting closer to my face until I heard a faint whisper in my ear.

"It's okay to cry Skylar."

I look through my hair to see him looking at me in the eyes.  They were filled with sorrow. I couldn't push myself to look away from him. We just kept staring. His gold specks in his eyes sparkled more than ever. He pushed my hair back from my face to study me more. He was actually trying to read me, to see how I'm feeling. I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. Maybe for once Seth Cooper is right.

Maybe it is okay to cry.

My Grandma died 6 months ago due to cancer. I don't talk about it, and never dared to show that something was wrong. I never mentioned it because I don't  want anyone's sympathy. I never thought someone would bring it up. Only my family knows about the occurrence and they know not to talk about it in front of me. My Grandma was my best friend. I'd ride my bike to her house every weekend. I told her everything. I even told her about the time I caught the fight between my mom and dad. She was my everything. My Best Friend.

I went to her funeral and watched her lower to the ground. I didn't cry once during the service. I felt numb. I stayed at her grave until everyone was gone. When I knew no one was in sight, I went on my knees and cried. I cried and cried on her tomb stone, screaming words to her. After what seemed like hours I put her favorite flower across her grave and left. I haven't visited it back since.

I don't visit because I don't want to remember that she's gone.

Since then I pushed it in the back of my mind. I didn't talk to anybody about it. I went on with my life. I thought I could leave it behind.

Until Now.

I fall forward putting my head on Seth's chest. Tears are rushing down my cheeks as my shoulders are shaking. Seth tried hushing me down by wrapping his arms around me, playing with my hair and whispering sweet stuff like " It's alright Sky" or "I'm here Sky"

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I wrap my arms around his torso squeezing tightly. My tears slightly slowed down. I took a deep breath. Seth's cologne made me relax. My eyes were droopy with crying so much and my body was sore from shaking. I talked into his chest " Thank you." He chuckled and pushed me back so he could see my face. His eyes were a little red. I didn't know if it was from crying or if he was tired.

He leaned down and kissed my forehead. But he didn't stop there. He kissed the two tears that stuck on my cheeks. He kissed my nose. Then kissed up my cheek till he caught up to my ear.

"I'm always here for you. No matter what." He looked me deep in the eyes.

And he kissed me.