Forever Mine

Chapter Thirteen

Sara.
Day Five.

It's been two days since that silent phone call and five whole days since I have seen his hazel eyes and heard his Irish Accent. I know in my heart that the phone call two days ago was Hadin, but he didn't say a word to me. Why won't he talk to me so we can try and fix whatever happened...or whatever I did. Within these past few days I have moved from my amazing apartment in Farmington with Ashlynn to a studio apartment in Bangor only 15 minutes away from Brooker Publishing, I've got all my classes so I'm only going down to Farmington twice a week now so I can work the rest of the time. My goodbye with Ashlynn was sudden and hard but she understood why I had to get out of Farmington too many memories and I needed something fresh. She's already 'broke' into my apartment and redecorated every room. I love her for it, I'm so lucky to have her and Jace because without them I honestly don't know how I would have made it through these past five days. Erick has helped me a lot too, he came with me to get the apartment and make sure it was a good one for me to rent, he helped me move along with Jace, he's honestly been a godsend as well. But here I am sitting on my couch with my purple laptop in my lap waiting for inspiration to strike. Which it hasn't in three days, so I have no idea why I thought it would happen now. Lillian wants me to write about my survival from the past seven years from Connor but I honestly don't know how I can write about my survival when I don't feel like I've ever survived him.

Knock. Knock.

I jump up placing down my laptop on my new black coffee table. I walk over to my door and unlock the bolt lock as I do I check through the peep hole. It's Erick. I open the door about to ask him what he's doing here when I see a bottle of wine and a take out bag from Olive Garden in his hands and I can't help but smile and lose my train of through.

"I thought you could use some company." He offers.

"Come on in." I smile as I push my door open all the way as he walks inside. I shut the door and turn to see he has already made his way to my kitchen to take out the food from the plastic bag. Erick hands me a tub of Alfredo along with a fork. I smile. "Thank you."

"Do you have a bottle opener?" He ask me.

"Yeah top drawer on the right by the sink." I tell him. He turns gracefully and grabs the bottle opener as her turns around the cork from the wine pops out making a loud noise that makes me jump.

"Sorry." He apologizes. I smile and shrug my shoulders. "So how much writing have you got done?" he asks me as he follows me over to my couch. I sit down take a breath. "Well that doesn't sound good." He laughs

"Honestly. I haven't done much with the book. Lillian wants me to write about mu survival and I can't if I don't feel like I have. He has literally taken so much away from me that I just feel like I'm stuck focusing on that." I tell Erick. Wow. I'm opening up to him a lot more then anyone else.

"Maybe your looking at it the wrong way. Yes Lillian wants you to write about survival, but maybe it's an on going fight, the first book or first chapters could possibly be about how you are feeling and maybe along the way you can actually see that you have survived." He tells me. "I know that Hadin is a big part of the story." He states. I look down picking at the pasta in front of me. "Maybe that's what's got you stuck your focusing on the hurt instead of how putting words on paper will heal you. Maybe you don't want to be healed because you haven't gotten any closure with Hadin." He tells me. Damn, who is he Doctor Phil?

"I never really thought of it that way before." I whisper. "Yes Hadin had a lot to do with my past and why I am hurting now but Lillian wants me to write about my experience with Connor so." I whisper.

"So maybe you can do both." He tells me. "Try doing it that way. You might be surprised." He says. "And if you need any help I'm always here." He tells me.