The Day I Met Lily

Chapter 5

It was a week after our sleepover. A week after my big realization. It was getting hard to resist the urge to kiss Lily. I sleepily stood up and went to the kitchen to make myself breakfast. There was a note from my dad saying that he and Jeanette wouldn't be home until late. Sighing, I grabbed a banana and walked out into the crisp morning to grab the mail. I sifted through the envelopes and suddenly, my heart stopped as I reached the last one. It was addressed to me from my mother.
My fingers felt heavy and numb as I ripped open the thin paper. With not a single breath left in my throat, I shakily held the letter up to read.
'Hey sweetheart!' Sweetheart? After three years she hardly had the right to call me sweetheart.
'I was writing to say that I missed you, and I want to see you, and I'm sorry. I was in a very bad place three years ago and I hope you can understand. I am in San Diego. I want to fly you out here sometime this summer so we can see eachother. I also want you to meet Albert.' Who the hell was Albert?
'He is my husband now... Your step-father! More big news, you have a sister! Her name is-' I couldn't care less what her name was. My hands were shaking hard, and I didn't even realize I was crying until a burning teardrop fell on the paper. My legs moved on their own until the familiar feeling of ocean water was hitting them. I felt dizzy. Soon my legs weren't enough to hold up my sob wracked body, and I colapsed to my knees, the waves hitting my face every other second. My breathing was fast, but soon I felt a slight warmth on my shoulder.
"Chrissy!" I could hear her, but I could barely feel when she pulled me to my feet. I could barely feel when she wrapped her warm arms around my freezing body. I could barely feel anything except the emotions raging through my mind. Suddenly, I didn't want those emotions anymore. I wanted to forget them. I wanted to forget everything, and before I had even registered what I was doing, my lips were on Lily's. It was nothing like like I expected it to be, but it was still wonderful. My face, which was wet with tears and ocean water, fit imperfectly against her's, and my lips were salty, but that didn't matter. She was warm and soft and everything I had been craving. When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing heavy, but finally, the tears had stopped rolling down my face.