Unspoken Words

I wake up with cold sweats from the memory of her. Leaving her was the worst mistake of my life and I just wish I could take it all back. I wish I never left. I wish I told her the truth. This is the first time in five years I am going back home. Well, back to what I call home. Lillian Johnson.

I board the plane and settle down on my seat. Closing my eyes, I inhale and exhale slowly letting my mind drift off to a better place mentally chanting – this time I'm going to make this right.

***

"Oh, baby! It's so nice to see you again," my mother tackles me in a bear hug as I step through the front door. Her salt and pepper hair are pinned up in a neat bun at the base of her neck and her apron is covered in splashes as if she had been in the kitchen all day.

"Hi mom," I say with a smile, as she lets me go. My father's voice booms as he steps into the house from the backyard.

"Welcome back son! How has my CEO son been doing? You should have kept in touch."

"Hi, dad. I'm good. Sorry about not keeping in touch, I promise I will from now on." My dad squeezes my shoulder in understanding and heads to the bar.

"Whiskey neat?" dad asked while pouring himself a drink. "No thanks. I'm going to head to my room." As I head for the stairs my mom yells out, "make sure to be ready by six o'clock we have guests."

"Yes mom," I mentally note her reminder and head for my room.

I inhale sharply before I twist the doorknob. It was like déja vu. Memories envelop me as I take in the pictures, the creak of the floors and the smell. Her sweet honeysuckle scent that drove me crazy. I remember the day she came over to help me with my science homework.

I leaned against my desk holding her phone above my head as she giggles and jumps to reach it.

"Theo!-" She yells in frustration. "Give me my phone!"

I move around my room with her chasing after me but all of a sudden, I hear her let out a small shriek. I feel her soft small frame push into mine as she falls on top of me making us land on my bed. I look up seeing her auburn hair was in perfect ringlets that flowed open framing her face, she was flushed to the roots of her hair and her teeth bit into to her delicate lower lip looking so beautiful.

"Ugh," I groan adjusting myself in my pants this is not the time. I lay on my bed thinking of her as I doze off.

***

"Theodore Grey Myers! You better get your butt out of bed! The Johnson's are coming in 30 mins!"

I immediately jump out of bed seeing my mother in my doorway and her arm crossed around her chest. My mouth gapes open and my eyes widen in shock. "What are you looking for? Get out of bed, get ready and be down in fifteen minutes-" my mom turns around and claps her hands. "Chop Chop!"

I jump out of bed and get dressed in record time. I put on a light beige five-pocket chinos, a dark blue dress shirt and brown leather wig tip boots. I neatly styled my hair back, doing a once over and going downstairs.

***

I look across the dinner table and our eyes connect. My heartbeat quickens in my chest. Her honey coloured eyes still hold the same heat and passion from five years ago. The attraction lingers in the room as my mind wanders to the day in late August to our very last encounter.

"I love you," her whispered confession was a caress from her lips as her piercing eyes bore into me. "Please don't leave me," her eyes plead with me to stay – with her in the safety net of my arms forever. Tears pool in her eyes and my heart breaks from the sight.