Today , I'm doing okay . I guess you could say this . But with everyone running around asking 50 questions about Luke , I just can't take it anymore . It's like being alone in a tree surrounded forest . Not knowing where to go , or when the next tree is going to fall and block your path , but worst of all , being alone . But today , I'm not . I have Isaiah . This is why I'm doing okay .
When I wake up , I realize I'm alone and Isaiah isn't controlling my body temperature anymore . My anxiety immediately kicks in and I jump up to search for the only person who can keep me happy . Suddenly , I hear a huge crash three feet above my head in the upstairs kitchen . When I reach the room , I find his parents sitting at the kitchen table . His dad reading the Sunday newspaper and gulping down , what seems like , whole eggs while his mom holds her toast in one hand and her coffee in the other . Then I see Isaiah scooping up pots and pans and loading them all back up into the kitchen cabinet . I look at their island and find a card with my name on it , a box of what looks like chocolates , and another small box holding a surprise . I suddenly get a flashback when I remember that today would have been me and Luke's four years . But what strikes me suddenly , is that today is also me and Isaiah's 2 months . How could I forget ? The flashback brings the image back into my mind of Luke making me a sweet breakfast and setting out a perfect card just like that . Next , I do the most embarrassing thing ever . I run out of Isaiah's back door with tears making my eyes look like I got punched . When I look back , I don't see Isaiah there , so I decide to go down to the north beach and wait my tears out .
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Teen FictionJess has had to go through a lot before, but it soon becomes nothing when her entire world is turned upside down. 'A Matthew Espinosa fan-fiction'
