Recovery Road | Completed

{34} "I don't bite."

Meghan

"Hello?" My voice echoes through the empty space. The darkness that surrounds me is warm, almost as if the sun had been shining above me but all that I saw was pitch black. I started walking forward, hoping to find some place with light.

Where even am I?

I didn't know for how long I walked for before a familiar scent hit my nose. It was cologne. But it wasn't the woodsy and lemony smell of Sebastian. No, this one was a little sweeter and lighter. This one I knew all too well.

I took a deep breath in and smiled. It was Sam's cologne. I bought it for him a few weeks after we met because I told him he always smelled sweaty.

"Football tends to do that, you know?" My smile grew wider. His voice in my head was so clear it was as if he was there with me. It was nice to know that I still remembered what he sounded like.

"You kind of look like an idiot smiling with your eyes closed like that."

My eyes shot open and I stumbled back so fast that I tipped backwards and fell onto my back. I took in a sharp breath as I looked up, his ashy blonde hair blowing with some unfelt wind and his green eyes were full of amusement as he cocked his head to the side. My heart all but stopped in that moment.

He looked exactly the way he did when he was alive. His smooth and lightly tanned skin was still beautifully flawless, his hair the same length, his eyes that gorgeous emerald green that I fell in love with. And then he smiled and I lost my breath.

"It's like deja vu," he said as he walked towards me, "we first met with you also on the floor." He chuckled but all I could do was stare at him wide-eyed. He leaned down and extended his hand to me, I let my eyes trail over his still defined muscular frame until my gaze landed on his hand.

"I don't bite," he said cheekily and I saw his signature dimple appear on his face as he smiled. I slowly brought my hand up, but I was scared of how it would feel.

A thousand questions began flying through my head. Was I dead? I must be if I'm seeing him here. I could feel my eyes begin to fill with unshed tears as I thought of my friends. My mom. Sebastian.

"I have the answers," he whispered as he looked down at me with a frown on his face. I finally placed my hand in his and the feeling overwhelmed me. He was warm. And when he helped me up and I was finally standing on my own two feet, I couldn't help but throw my arms around him.

"Sam," I choked out. The waterworks began, my shoulders shaking with fear.

"I've got you, pretty girl." He buried his head in my neck, one of his arms encircling my waist while his free hand tangled in my hair. I held him tighter. I didn't know what was happening or how it was possible that I could see him, feel him, the way that I was.

"I'm dead, aren't I?" I asked softly and his hand stopped moving through my hair. He pulled away to look at me, his hands coming to cup my cheeks and wiping away the stray tears. He had a sad smile on his face and I feared that he was going to say that I was, but he shook his head.

"It's not your time," he said, "you have someone waiting for you. You know I'm not selfish enough to ask you to stay here. Just as I know that you don't want to stay." I felt my chest tighten, fresh tears falling down my cheeks as I nodded.

"I want to show you something," he said as he dropped his hands back to his sides and stuffed them in the pockets of his jeans, "walk with me for a minute."

And so I followed him, not knowing where we were going since there didn't seem to be an end to the black space we were in. But then it began getting lighter, as if we were walking into a tunnel that led elsewhere. In the blink of an eye we were walking on grass, the blue sky above us was beautiful and the sun was shining down on us. I looked around, noticing how familiar the surroundings were, until I saw gate in front of us.