polyamorous

chapter 4

I step out of the car letting the cold air chill my body. My face slightly burns from the cold air nipping at my face. I wish I was at the beach letting the heat takeover my body. Let the sand get stuck between my toes. Suddenly more memories of Sam return. The way his hair was the color of sandy beaches. Everything reminds me of him at this point. I walk to the door and reach for the cold metal handle. I touch the metal handle freezing my hand. The door clicks open and my dad and brother are standing in the door way ready to greet me. My brother is the first one to speak as my mom closes the door behind us blocking out the freezing winter air. He says, "Let us see the timer! How was it?" On the inside my dying but on the outside I fake a smile and seem super happy about it. I pull up my sleeve smiling as I reveal the timer. When my dad and brother see it they both smile as well. I respond saying, "It went great!" I smile big letting my long sleeve drop to cover the timer on my wrist again. I start to walk up the stairs and I realize my brother is following me. "How was Sam?" my brother asks out of no where. I feel my self blush because I get the tingly feeling where he touched me again. "Umm. How did you know he did my procedure?" I respond trying to hide a smile. "Lucky guess?" Ben says. "I don't believe. Seriously Ben, How did you know." I ask. He let's out a laugh as he says, "He did my procedure too."   "Oh. " I say. At this point we have made it up the stairs and are standing my room door. I end the conversation by walking into my room not saying another word. I close door behind myself and right at it shuts. I run and jump onto my bed. I stuff my face into the pillow smiling. I can't help but remember everything that happened between Sam and I. The tingles were he touched me, the mysterious color of his green eyes, the smell of his cologne, and the way he looked at me. It makes me so happy to think about him. I want to see him again, but then the truth sets in. The truth that kills me on the inside. The truth that I will never see Sam again. I will never feel the tingles again. I will never smell his cologne again and I won't be able to look into the mysterious eyes. I have met very few people that actually make me happy like he does and I will never see one of them again.