Letting Go Of Something You Love

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Short story: It's a short story I just typed up. It's about 17 year old Hailey who's boyfriend dies in a car crash. Since them Hailey has dreams of him and see's him daily. It's 3 chapters long.

SPOILER ALERT:But one day she actually talks to him in a dream and he tells her about the crash and the pain he faced and tells her why he's haunted her dreams. She soom realizes how much he loves her and commits suicide to reunite with him. 

 

 

               I rub my face, as the water pours down from my hair. I hear everyone cheering for me from behind on the benches. I turn around and give them a smile as I search for mom in the crowd. She's in the second row with Alex and Dad holding a sign that says 'SeaLions!'. I grin at her and turns back to face my team. Coach Myers walks over and pats me on the back.

" Great job girls, now i want to see games like this every..-," Her voice fades out as I look over from the corner of my eye to see Jesse, he's standing there with his hands in his pocket, grinning at me. I don't smile back, but I walk towards him.

His smile sort of fades as i walk closer and he releases his hands from his pockets to hug me.

"Jesse," I rest my head on his shoulders as I began to cry upon them. "I've missed you so-,"

"Hailey?!," Coach Myers snaps me from my morning sleep. 

I turn back towards the benches and Jesse's not there. It was just my imagination,torturing me with my lost.

"Yes, Coach," I turn back to her, confused of what had just happened, but wishing it was real.

                                            After the swim meet Mom, Dad, Alex, and I go out to eat. Mom smiles from across the table as she takes a sip of her orange juice and I smile back. Mom and I have been exchanging alot of smiles to eachother since I joined the swim team. She always tried persuading me that it was the right choice, considering it was in my blood. I throught that swimming was fine, although it wasn't what i wanted to do, it was to make her happy.

"You were great out there you know," Mom says as she looks over at me.

"Thanks," I say softly, while I force a smile.

Dad looks over at me and he can tell that I'm not happy, after all that's happened I think he's the only one that understands. After Jesse died from the car crash, I hadn't been the same. Jesse was my boyfriend and my bestfriend. He died two months ago and it hurt me when I received a call from his Mom of his death. Since then I've been seeing him in my dreams, but he never said a word. The dreams were all so typical, I'd see him in a public place and run up to him and hug him generously, but them he'd fade away, or I'd wakeup. 

"Hailey?," Dad holds my hand. "It's okay," It's like he read my mind and knew what I was facing, like we had this deep connection. I loved that about Dad.

I nod my head and squeeze his hand even tighter.

We finnally arrive home from a long drive across town and I'm sitting in the window of my bedroom, it's pouring outside, and it seems like everytime I lose someone it rains. 

I rest my head on my window pane as the drips of water taps onto the glass. I used to love when it rained, I always slept peacefully, but since Jesse, since Grandma...I began to hate when it would rain.

A soft knock hits my door as dead walked up to my door frame. His glasses were lying on the tip of his bridges, he looked like a professor. I slid over to my bed as he walked over to me.

He gave me a cheerful smile as he layed on the tip of my bed.

"Goodnight sweetheart," He says as he gives me a tender kiss on the forehead.

"Dad?," I lean towards him. "Have you ever had dreams, strange ones...y'know of someone," The words slipped from my mouth.

"It's normal to try to hold onto someone or something you lost," he says as he walks over to the door frame. He stops at the door frame and turns to me. "It's a part of our nature to dream or see someone or something we lost. You just have to face it, face the fact that their gone and that we can't do anything about it." He smiles at me and silently shuts the door behind him.

I layed asleep that night thinking about what he said. Maybe he was right, I was holding onto Jesse. Maybe it was time to face it, the fact that he was gone. It was going to be hard, but it would be worth a try.

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 04, 2012 ⏰

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