Sweet creature

T W E N T Y

Sweet Creature | You thought you got away.

I like to think that our story

isn't over just yet, that someday

we'll meet again and finally get it

right.

- Unknown

Luke

I glare out the window in utter anticipation. Awaiting the moment that we'd finally be united again.

The memories of her plays on repeat in my head. Clogging my thoughts - consuming them entirely. How it's been so long since I've held her fragile body in my arms, how it's been so long since I've seen her sweet smile, and sad traumatic eyes. She was like a gift to me when she came into my life. So broken, so lost, yet so strong. I adored her the moment we met. She'd been through a lot - she didn't talk much, never opened up, but as she coped I watched her from afar - loving her. Always loving her.

I smile at the thought of our beginning. Time has changed so much since then - would she be happy to see me? Would she still be broken from her past? No. The Serenity I knew was always brave. Always making sure to hide her true emotions. One of the many things she was always good at.

I counted my lucky stars that night she finally spoke to me, and every night after. She was my best friend, my sweet Serenity. She would be thrilled to see me - I was sure of it. And I for one was elated to see her. To hold her again, and maybe share a kiss or two. I remembered the kiss I left her with. The last kiss before she left. She kissed me with so much passion, that it consumed us both. The feel of her lips never left my memory. In fact- for the past 8 months I felt her kiss dear to my heart. Letting it sit until the day I got to do it again. This time would be better. I would kiss her, and never let her go. She was my girl. My serenity.

"Are you anxious to see her again?" My mother called, breaking me out of my own thoughts that filled with her.

"More like excited. I know she'll be excited too." I was sure of it. How could she forget about me in just a short amount of months?

"I hope so, I hope she won't feel like we're intruding - what if she built a new life and here we go just walking in on it" My mom held worry in her voice, but I shook my head at the thought of her concerns. Serenity would want this. I mean we planned it. My last promise to her, before she left.

I'll come for you. At the end of the year we'll be together again, I promise.

The promise held a permanence in my heart. A promise that I swore on. This was right. What could possibly be wrong.

The car rolled to a stop.

Outside: A little white house sat on the end of the street. It was the same address she had written down to me before she left. No cars laid parked, but without a second missed I climbed out. Running for the door bell, and pressing it without hesitation.

A moment passed, but nothing.

I frown, looking at the paper again, and double checking to make sure I had written it down right. This was in fact the right house.

A wave of anxiety rushed though me. Maybe my Mom was right, maybe showing up unannounced wasn't the best idea, but I couldn't send out a text, that would have ruined the surprise entirely. Before my anxiety could take over the front door lock bolts clicked open, and the front door swung open revealing to me Mrs. Hale.

Beautiful as ever, her mother didn't change a bit. Still the same beautiful olive skin, and bright blue eyes. Her blonde hair a shade darker, but that being the only difference. Her face lid up in excitement as she held her arms out for me. Without a pause I took her in my embrace. Hugging her like she was Serenity. I absolutely loved Mrs. Hale, she was a good friend to my mother, and they grew close the two years that they known each other.

"Surprise! hello stranger" My mother greeted, as Mrs. Hale invited us in.

"Luke, Melissa what a pleasant surprise" Mrs. Hale exclaimed

"This was all this ones idea. He begged and begged to go see Serenity before the end of the school year" Mom says, pointing to me. I blushed at the confession, but took a seat in the living room area.

"Is Serenity here?" I question. I couldn't help it, I was waiting to see her face again. Dying at this point to hold her in my arms.

"No she's out, but she'll be here soon, please make yourself at home"

"He's been talking about her for weeks now, it's all he could talk about." My mother says, with a wink.

The mothers giggled in sync.

"Can I wait for her in her bedroom?" I question "So I can give you ladies time to catch up without intruding of course" I add, not wanting to seem like a creep.

"Sure, it's upstairs, first door on the right."

Excusing myself out, I walk up the flight of stairs, and entering the room that Mrs. Hale intructed me on. Inside; it was neat. White sheets, and a desk that held her laptop. A book sitting in the center of her bed.

Book worm

I thought.

Always the book worm, always fantasizing about a life that she never lived. That's what made her her. It was her beautiful escape from the world that she lived in, and it was one of the things that bounded us together. Our love for Fiction.

I pick up the book, plopping down on her sheets, and opening the pages. The smell of her invaded my nose, as I took in a deep breath of her sheets.

How I missed her scent. How I missed her.

Before I could get deep into the book the sound of her familiar voice breaks my focus. I sprint on my feet, brushing off myself and fixing my hair. This was the moment. The moment I was finally going to see her again, and nothing - nothing was going to ruin this moment.

Without wasting another second I head for the stairs. I was about half way down when I noticed her, but it wasn't the sight of her that had be stuck in my tracks. It was the boy who clung to her. Hand and hand, side by side. She had in fact found someone else, and that someone else wasn't me.

I let hurt wash over me, but replaced it with a smile.

Whoever this boy was, he wasn't me. And when she saw my face again, she would forget about this nobody. That I was sure of, that - I was certain on.

So, may the best man own her heart.