73 Memories

The Thirty-Seventh Memory

The day after I told you about the miscarriage, I knew I'd have to go back to class. If I didn't make myself, I'd start failing out of college really soon. So I got up and did my absolute best to look... decent.

I took a shower and then blow dried my hair before tying it up into a messy bun. Then, I brushed my teeth and slid deodorant under my arms before I actually got dressed.

I decided that I'd go simple- not really wanting to overdo it for a couple of classes. So in the end, I found myself in a pair of ripped black skinny jeans, a white shirt with little gray stripes on it, and some combat boots. As I looked at the outfit in my mirror, I realized just how tired I looked. Checking the time, I realized I had just enough before class started to do my makeup so I could look a little more presentable.

I didn't usually wear makeup, not liking the prices of it, and that I'd have to take it off after every day. It wasn't really my thing. But, I did own a little for days like these and from back when I had school dances in high school.

I put just enough makeup on to make me look like I had been sleeping the past two nights, when I'd actually been staring at the ceiling while I thought about everything and waited for the sun to rise.

After I put a light shade of lipstick on to give my lips color against the foundation, (it always made my mouth look pale) I grabbed my green bomber jacket and headed out the door with it and my bag slung over my shoulder.

My first class of the day was with you, and as I watched you stare at me like you hadn't expected me to show up, I played with the ring you gave me nervously. You walked over to where I was standing, a small smile on your lips. "Hey."

"Hi," I mumbled. I didn't feel awkward or uncomfortable, but I also had nothing to say at the moment.

"Why'd you come today? You could have stayed at your dorm for the rest of the week."

I shook my head. "I can't. That would mean I'd have five days of makeup assignments to do, and I'm not sure I can manage that. So I'd rather stick with three."

You nodded understandingly and walked with me to Professor James' desk. He handed me an essay packet and asked for it to be done by Monday. I smiled and nodded. "Of course. Thank you," I plastered the best smile I could muster on my face before heading to my seat in the third row, next to you to listen to the lecture of the day.

The rest of the day went on the same way. Get assignment, listen to a lecture, get more assignments, head to the dorm or next class.

I was surprised at how easy it was to get through the day. I still thought about the baby, of course, but the lectures served as a distraction from my thoughts.

After I had finished my classes for the day, I made my way to the dorm building and up to my room. I opened the door without needing my key and sighed. "Emlyn, you forgot to lock the- oh, hello."

You were sitting on the couch and talking to Emlyn when I walked in.

"I thought you got out of your last class at 3:20. I've been waiting here for an hour with her," you rolled your eyes and smiled, knowing you'd get a reaction out of Emlyn.

"Rude!" she huffed, slapping your arm.

You snickered and I laughed, shaking my head and putting my backpack at the end of my bed, letting it lean against the frame.

"What are you doing here? Not that I'm not glad or anything, just surprised."

You grabbed my laptop and opened it up. "We have a movie to finish, and I brought ice cream."

You knew me so well, even then.

I'm sorry these last few chapters haven't had as much of our boy as usual, but these Memories are necessary. When I update next, I promise he'll be in it. 

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