Grey Skies

Chapter 27

Hi guys- a couple of announcements. First, there are only a couple of chapters left for this book. I feel so attached to it and the characters that I am being very careful with how I choose to write them. I decided to reread the Final Season and all the chapters of this book to make sure that I do it justice. I hope you guys like this chapter! 

The second announcement has to deal with the other story I am currently working on/plan on posting after this one. It's going to be called At All Costs, and it is going to be a kind of thriller/crime/cop story with some romance in it. I've received a lot of comments in the past about the fact that I don't include many mature scenes in my writing. I usually do this because 1. I don't feel it's the always needed and 2. I don't know the age of my readers and what they like to read. I am planning to maybe have more mature scenes than normal in my new story, but I'd like to get your feedback on that and if that's something you guys would want. 

Lastly, I'm currently in law school and let's just say this past month and a half has been kicking my ass, but I wanted to make sure that I posted this chapter for you guys. Thank you for everything and your patience (: Enjoy!

Chapter Twenty-Seven

After Sarah left for Texas, I spent the rest of the week in the guest room alone. I used the time to catch up on readings that I failed to do during the semester and to watch the seasons of shows that I had abandoned. Getting through Queer Eye was especially painful, mainly because it was a show that Davis and I had watched together before bed. It felt wrong to watch it without him, and whenever Jonathan said anything funny or dramatic I thought of how Davis would have laughed. Jonathan was his favorite and he would say that he'd like to get a haircut by him. 

As I was cleaning my phone out, I found a picture of us when I was in high school. It was the night of his birthday after we had won sectionals and celebrated at the restaurant. Davis had too much to drink and I offered to take him home. The picture was of Davis leaning against his house door and me standing in front of him with my tongue sticking out. We were so innocent then, although I guess he'd never use that word to describe me, so we were happy I guess. We had everything we wanted. I never shared that picture with Davis, mainly because I forgot that it existed, but also because I was sure that he would make me delete it. 

I am reminded of Davis often, so often that I had to remove the locket from my neck and put it away. Not having it around my neck almost reminds me of his absence even more, and I wonder when I will stop thinking about him.  

My mother comes into the room with a plate of fries and sour cream. Davis thought my love for sour cream was unhealthy. I could eat it with fries, chips, and pasta. I once spread sour cream across a slice of toast and Davis looked at me as if I had three heads. Mom reminds me that I have to return my uniform to the team. I have been putting it off for the past couple of weeks, but the season is almost ending and Coach Serris has contacted me several times now. I pack up all of my things and then wait by the front door for my mother to take me to the field. She tells me that she is going to run to the grocery store and be back shortly. 

I slowly walk over to the field. The girls are currently playing a game, so I make my way to the stands and the closest bench to the field. We are up by two goals and have possession. Carly is up top by herself. She and Beth play off of each other smoothly. The rest of the team play just as well together. I have always been the outsider on this team and I hated Carly for it. I didn't know what it felt like to not be needed or to not be looked to for support. I was that person for everyone a couple of years ago. 

I have been blaming Davis for bringing me back into this world, but really I was the only one who could do that. I could have said no when he first saw me in that coffee shop and told me to stop by. I could have said no when he offered to help me. I could have said no after every training that pushed my body beyond its limits. And I could have said no to Coach Serris when he offered me a position on the team, but I always said yes, and I knew I always would. If anyone had made me the offer, I would have eventually said yes and found myself in this same situation. I'm not sure how much of that is fate, or if I even believed in fate, but maybe neither of us had a choice in the matter. Maybe soccer had chosen us, and we had no control over how long it stayed.