The Journals of Henry Dawson

Chapter 13

*Henry*

I'm honestly not too sure how I feel about this Alex guy. He is the reason Greta had a severe panic attack. He is the reason she left town because he hurt her physically and emotionally. Personally I would have to let him walk away and learn to live with it but Greta is obviously a better person than me.

I'm happy that she could confide in me about him and that she feels like she is finally free of her past.

I know how that can feel and its a great weight to carry. When Eric said he forgave me for leaving it felt like all the guilt I had locked in my heart was let go suddenly and I feel almost whole again.

I've still been getting these strange blackouts and I'm becoming concerned. Every time I see figures and brights lights for just a few moments then I'm back here again. Am I almost done with my time here and I'm starting to pass on?

It worried me to think that I would potentially be leaving Greta and I wouldn't even be able to give her a warning. I would just be gone.

I wish I didn't have to tell her that but I had to. I could see the worry in her eyes that matched my own.

"So you see figures? Like angels?" she asked after the first initial shock of it.

"I'm not sure. It seems like it though because they are all standing in a glowing bright light." I wrote on the sheet of paper.

This is getting so tedious. I wish I could just speak to her like that day on the phone. I'm not even sure what happened that day. Oh well. She doesn't have a second phone anyway.

"I don't want you to leave." she admitted in a small voice. "I know I should want you to move on but I don't. I want you here forever."

I could feel my chest squeeze at her words. I don't want to leave either sweetheart. I ran my hand down her face and she leaned into my cool touch and slightly shivered.

"I love you Henry. No matter where you go I will always love you." she sniffled and I could feel myself coming undone at the seams. I pulled her close to me and held her tightly to my chest. I was just getting comfortable when she pulled away.

I glanced down her confused waiting for her to speak.

"Henry can you do something for me?" she asked me, a slight blush spreading across her cheek.

I quickly searched for the paper and pencil and wrote down. "Anything."

Her lips curved into a smile.

"Kiss me."

*Greta*

As I sat there on the bed waiting to see if Henry would act I thought of how our real first kiss would have been. It would have been soft and warm. It would have been deep and passionate. It would hav--

I froze when I felt a cool pressure against my lips. My eyes closed and I relaxed into his kiss.

It was a little strange at first but it was  more real and special than any other kiss I've shared with anyone else. All the fireworks and butterflies they tell you a first kiss should be and this one is better.

Just as quickly as it started it ended but the feeling still lingered. I threw myself back onto the bed with a wide smile and couldn't suppress the girlish giggles that were escaping. God, this man makes me so happy.

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A few days have passed now and there is still no words on the whereabouts of Henry's body. I wish they would hurry and find him because everyday I call the station for updates and get nothing I know it affects him deeply. I know he tells me he doesn't care anymore but I know he does.

I'm also getting increasingly worried about Henry's Blackouts. Were still not sure what they could be and I'm scared that one day ill wake up and he will be gone. I try to push the thought away as I print out a few more flyers with Henry's face. I know these are probably no good but I have to do something.

I lifted one of the flyers and admired his features once more. Those light brown eyes that I've been captivated by since my first day here still give me the same feeling. I smiled when I felt his cold embrace surround me.

"Henry, I don't know if I've ever told you this but.." I paused as I stared at his picture some more . "You're super cute." I chuckled.

I felt him move away and I knew he was going to the writing desk so I made my way over to it. What I read made me blush brighter than a tomato at a state fair in July.

"You have. In the attic when you found my picture. Also a few times in your sleep."

"Henry! " I scolded at him. "You listen to me talk in my sleep?" I was absolutely mortified. What else did I say ?

"Well what else am I supposed to do? Its adorable."

See that would have been cute if it wasn't so embarrassing. "What else have you heard?" I demanded.

"Oh the usual. Sometimes you simply say my name. Other times you say how good looking I am. But mostly if it makes you feel better, you just snore."

I snatched the paper and crumpled it into a little ball and marched into the kitchen to throw it away. Oh he's just so funny isn't he. He's probably laughing up a storm right now.

" I do not snore, by the way." I called out into the living room. That man I swear. He's lucky I love him.  I checked my phone for any missed calls and found nothing. I need to get these flyers posted and start doing something myself.

"Henry, I forgive you." I said in my sweetest tone, as I made my way back into the room. "I guess I do snore. Just a little. But I bet you do too!" I argued. Or well, did. I could feel my mood starting to damper.
"Henry?" I called out when he hadn't written anything.

A few minutes past but he still hasn't written anything. I know he wouldn't play around with this so he must have blacked out again.

I know he says the time differs every time but I start to worry when 20 minutes pass by. Then 30. Then an hour.

Henry, please come back. I think to myself as hard as I can. I don't know what good it will do but I have to try.