The Girl Who Ran

Him

I felt my mood lift as I came into sight of the cabin. I knew Reagan would cheer me up, but I had this lingering thought in my mind; why him? Was I in love? Was this lust that I was feeling? Was I lonely? Lost? Why did I have this craving for Reagan? Why did I want him so badly? I'm so confused. This mysterious boy comes into my life after I lose my world and I find myself smiling for no damn reason, but realizing that he's the reason why there is a smile. I feel guilty for smiling after my parents died, but it feels so good. I see his face and my heart starts to pound and I feel like I am choking on my own lungs. I feel his hand touch my skin and my temperature rises to a boil and my face starts to sting. When he hugs me, our hearts sound like kick drums beating to every breath we exhale. Could he be? The solution? The boy? The one?

I was greeted with the scent of stinky feet, how gross. It turns out that Reagan was only making egg-salad-sandwiches for lunch. He apologized for the smell, but I didn't mind it after I realized it was food and not a rotting animal. After lunch, I lay Annie down for a nap while Reagan and I had a long talk. I found out that we both had the favorite color yellow. His favorite sport was baseball and he believes in aliens. Strange right?

When the small talk was over, I drew a bath for myself so I could relax for a bit while Annie was still sleeping, but I was not able to enjoy it for very long. As I wrung out my hair, I heard a loud *CRASH*. I immediately ran to the rescue to realize that Reagan was only making her a bottle, and I was now butt-naked in front of him. I froze, I didn't know whether to run or to cry. He could see me, he could see all of my imperfections, he could see the naked me that I denied in front of the mirror. He stared at my scars. Why was he looking! Why did he look at me that way! Why didn't he turn his face away as approval for me to be embarrassed damn it! Why did he let me feel so vulnerable?

"L---," Reagan mumbled something under his breath. He suddenly was looking at me like he saw a ghost in my eyes, "L-Luna?" I ran to the back bedroom. What the hell just happened? Did he just call me Luna? The only person allowed to call me that is William, I swore by it and still do to this day. It was silent. Could it be?

I just sat in that bedroom waiting for those pacing footsteps in front of the door to hush, but he was there! What do I say to him? It has been so long! I fell in love with him and now he is outside his bedroom, waiting for the same girl who ran outside fully nude. Was I the girl he talked about? The one he fell in love with when he was young? Do I want to know? God! I just need to get out of this room. I stood up and put my face against the door; the footsteps stopped.

"Willy?" I whimpered. I heard a sigh; it was a mix of relief, happiness, and it sounded almost sad too.

"Luna..." It was him! It is him! I didn't care if I had clothes on or not! I opened the door and ran into his arms, tears streamed down my face. It was him! It really was him! It all makes sense now! This human being was meant to be in my life! I found him again after years and years of wondering where he could be! I found him and he found me!

We sat in silence for the longest time, just holding each other on the couch like we were a newly-wed couple. I was happy, but I was frustrated! He left me. He left me wondering when he would come back and if I would ever see him again. I couldn't be mad; I was too happy with the moment we shared. I looked up at him to see a teardrop clinging to his long eyelashes. I could see him trying not to shed that damned tear. I asked him why he was teary-eyed.

"Angel, do you know how many years I spent looking for you? Do you know all the hours I put it, dialing number after number to try and figure out what yours was? I went through all that trouble to find you, and I almost gave up. You took my mind off the girl I lost. That was the first time in years that I was able to be distracted by someone else, but to find out that it was the girl that I missed so dearly, it all makes sense. You smelled familiar; you had that recognizable and sweet smile with those starry eyes. I am happy. I'm more than happy. I found the girl that I fell in love with as a child and have loved ever since then. I wished and prayed for a second chance to be in your life again, and I would say all the things I needed to say to you. I would say all the things I felt and how bad I craved your warming hugs and your melodic laugh. I was so close to giving up, and then I am giving the second chance of a lifetime. This only happens in fantasies, and this is one miracle. On that note, I wanted to say that I love you, Angel. My Stella. Luna."

I didn't know what to think. Does he really love me that much? After all the years I told myself to give up on him, and now he is back. My heart ached with joy. My feelings started to overpowered my body and next thing I knew, our lips were dancing to the rush of the blood in our veins. His lips were soft to the touch. My mind went blank, my head was dizzy, but I loved it all the same. My heart felt so much love for this boy, and now I found myself unable to control my feelings. I stopped worrying about the regrets, the frustration, the anger, the sadness, everything that my mind consisted of. I deserved to love out loud this time.