After the meeting, I left work and told
Claire to call Michelle in for work and
she had the weekend off. I went to my
car, unlocked it, and hopped in. I
started the car and drove off. "No he
didn't fake his death. He. Is. Dead." I
reminded myself. I pulled up at my
apartment and quickly ran to the
elevator. I looked at my watch and saw
it was 7:16. Ok I have time I said as I
entered the elevator. "Wait!" I heard
and used my hand to stop the elevator
door. "Johnathan?" "Surprised?
Julianne we need to talk." "I can't I
have a date tonight." I say and let him
in. "Another one? Julie you go out with
guys only to get your heart broken!
How many times do I have to tell you
this?!" "Well this guy is umm
different." "Oh please amuse me on
how he's what you call different." The
elevator stops at my floor and we walk
out. I swear he can be a pain
sometimes! "Julie still waiting for my
answer." He says tapping his foot. "Go
home John. Tell your wife and kids I
said hi." I take the keys out and unlock
the door."No. I'm not leaving until you
t-" "It's Niall ok! He's a soccer star and
he's suing the team or company or
whatever and he wants to go out to
dinner to discuss it!" I scream causing
a neighbor to see if everything was ok.
"Just go home ok. I'll be at the church
tomorrow for the renewing of your
wedding vows. Good night." I say and
enter my apartment leaving Jonathan
with so many questions but I still have
to figure out some questions my self.
Starting with, if he's here now, did he
really die 15 years ago? Or am I going
insane and I'm just imagining that he
died.
