Why'd You Come Back?

Does She Still Think About Me?

{{P.S. Garrett Hedlund, in the picture, is going to play Tony.}}

Dallin's POV

As I drove away from where I left Willow I couldn't help but wonder what she's keeping from me.

Yeah, we haven't talked in five years, and the last time we did speak to each other we practically told each other we never wanted to be with each other ever again. It pains me to think of not being with her. She was the first and only girl I ever loved.

The day I left, I was hoping more than anything that she'd come running back into my arms. And I'd pick her up and we'd be happy again. I would never have went to the army if she had. I wish I could change things now because I regret everything from that night.

At the diner, that lady, that doctor, said Willow was 'eating more.' What did she mean?

Now that I think about it, Willow didn't look so well. She still looked beautiful of course, but she just looked different. Her eyes didn't hold the same happiness they once had and seemed clouded with secrets and fear. Her body seemed so frail as well, I could tell she hadn't eaten very much because I could see her damn bones!

It really worried me, to think that my Willow had gone through something so horrible that it made her this way.

I want to tell her that I still love her, and that she's the only reason why I decided to come back. It's all for her. But, I can't tell her. She'd never take me back, she said it herself.

What if I try getting to know her again? Yeah! That's it! I'll get close to her and we'll fall in love all over again! It'll be perfect! We'll both be happy again!

But, there is that other possibility that she won't take me back. If she doesn't take me back I swear I'll fall apart.

I thought about her always. I wonder is she ever thought of me, or still thinks about me?

It hurt me when she didn't hug the living daylights out of me or atleast look a little happy that I was here. She just questioned 'why'. I understand that I did something to her that broke her heart, but that was in the past.

I hadn't realised it, but I had just pulled up to the hotel I was staying in for the next few nights. Or however long I'd need to be here for.

I got off my bike and headed to the stairs to my room. Room 107.

I took out my key card and opened the door. I slammed it shut and crashed onto my unmade bed. The hotel wasn't that fancy so it wasn't expected to have fabulous room or cleaning service.

If I was still in the army my general would've had my head if he saw my bed wasn't made. Good thing I'm not.

Ring Ring Ring Ring

I heard my phone ring. Who would be calling me? I checked the caller ID to find it was Tony.

I answered it. "Man, how've you been? Heard you're back in town!" Tony said.

Tony was my best friend when I lived in Heber. He's more like a brother to me actually. I've known him since I was, like, three.

"Been good, man. And yeah, I got back into town yesturday. Staying at some hotel near Payson for a while though, until I find a job."

"Well, lucky for you there's a job opening down at the station. We can be policemen together!" he exclaimed through the line.

"I might have to take you up on that." I chuckled.

"You should come down and visit, man. I haven't seen you in ages." Tony said with a sound of sadness.

Guilt swept over me as I thought of Tony. I hadn't seen him in years and I didn't even bother to say 'Hi' to him while I was in town earlier. How could I forget the man who was practically a brother to me?