Losing Him

Awake

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Awake

Savannah had a dream and Leon visited her in it.

He was just staring at her. Smiling.

Just smiling.

Savannah cried, waking herself up from her slumber.

Tears of joy streaming down her face.

It felt so real. He felt so real.

She felt like she could reach out and touch him.

It had been a month without Leon. It was the hardest thing Savannah had ever endured.

She slept away her days and cried away her nights.

She sat up, smiling to herself, her stone-cold heart filling with warmth for the first time in a month.

She she looked around the dark space that was her room, it was a mess.

She couldn't believe she let it get to this state.

She couldn't believe she let her life get to this sate.

"My worst fear is wasted youth," Savannah recalled Leon tell her at least ten times a week.

She felt guilty. As if by wasting away her days, she was letting Leon down.

"You have a life Savannah, a beautiful one, don't let it go unlived," said the unmistakable voice of Leon.

As clear as day, as if he was sitting beside her whispering in her ear.

Hearing his voice again made the hairs on Savannah's neck stand.

She giggled with slight nervousness, she was beginning to think she might've slipped into madness.

Even when he was no longer with her, Leon was telling her what she needed to hear, like he always did.

She lied back on her bed and stared out the window.

The sun was setting as sky transformed from one pastel shade to another as the seconds went by.

Savannah didn't know what day it was; she didn't know when the last time she'd showered or even eaten.

She hadn't spoken to anybody since the funeral. For a person who didn't particularly enjoy being social, she missed human interaction.

She got up, feeling weak, like a newborn calf learning how to walk.

She walked across her dark room, the orange sunlight that was quickly disappearing was the only source of light.

She looked at herself in the mirror.

The beautiful image she had of herself on graduation night, with glowing skin and fluffy hair was replaced;

By a beaten down looking girl. Her eyes were sulking into her skull as her cheekbones stuck out like nails on a ledge.

Her hair that was always full of thick, curly life, was matte and wiry.

It reminded her of stray cat fur.

This wasn't a good look for her.

She laughed to herself as she imagined the lecture Leon would give her if he was here right now.

Smiling felt unusual. She hadn't smiled in goodness knows how long.

Let alone smile at the thought of Leon.