Waiting for You

Chapter Four

I took a real breath and stepped out of my car. "How am I going to do this?" I thought to myself. My other half is in critical condition, and we may never have any lollipop moments together, the ones that we will always remember for how perfect that were.

I walked into school, for the first time ever, alone. Everyone was slightly dressed up for the new year: put together, happy, confident. And there I was: eyes bloodshot, sweatpants black hair in a messy bun, sloppy makeup because Rose always did mine.

My first class was French 5. All of the other students were my friends, people that I have grown up with. But none of them are close friends. Rose has been my best friend for seventeen years. A girl named Carla came up to me.

"Is your sister okay? I sat next to her last year and she was really nice. How are you doing? "

"I'm okay but Rose isn't. I'm going to visit her after school. Do you want to come?"

"I would love to, but I have gymnastics. Sorry. Let me know how she's doing, OK?

"Sure. Gotta go. Bye Carla!"

And I finally managed a smile, after all that has happened. I glanced to my left, and wow. That guy has obviously never been in any of my classes before, because I definitely would have noticed him. His brown hair was slightly spiked, and his green eyes met mine. Tears clouded my eyes as I realized that I may never be able to obsess over boys with Rose.

"Hey, are you okay?"

I looked up and saw green eyes peering down at me.

"Yeah, fine," I mumbled.

"You sure?"

"Nomysisterisinacomaandmightnoteverwakeup," I blurted.

"Oh. That must be hard."

"Yeah, it is. I'm Lily."

I stuck my hand out, but instead of shaking it, he moved in for a hug.

"I'm Eric."