Love Letters

Our closer distance

Our closer distance

"Oh my, you made it!" My mom says. The person steps in. My eyes go out of focus as I try to look and concentrate on the blurry figure standing at the door. When my eyes get back into focus; I can't believe who it is.

"Andrew?" I say under my breath as I get up from the couch and run towards him. As I'm running to him I see that he notices Sammy and his pretty grin goes down a bit and turns into a basic smile. I hug him and he hugs me back. I kiss him and he kisses me back. Am I dreaming? I'm not. He's right here, against my body. His arms around me as I get enough of his smell; a fresh scent of cologne goes through my nose.

"What are you doing here?" I exclaim.

"I'm here for you," he whispers in my ear.

After a long minute, I let Andrew out of my arms and he holds my hand.

"I think you should get going," Ryan tells Sammy who has a facial expression that screams 'angry.'

Sammy's mother walks out the door and then Sammy starts walking towards the door, next to Andrew and me, and on the way out he bumps his shoulder with Andrews' on purpose. Andrew ignores him and faces me with a beautiful smile on his face.

Mom closes the door behind them and Andrew and I walk to the living room. We sit down and he kisses my forehead. I feel something coming up my empty stomach and up my throat. I cover my mouth with my hand

"Are you okay?" Andrew says with a voice full of worry. I shake my head sideways and run to the bathroom quickly.

I close the bathroom door and fall down next to the toilet as my mouth lets out vomit. I never ate anything, how am I throwing up my stomach?

"Honey, Emma, are you okay?" My mom asks from the other side of the door.

"Mhm." I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

After letting it all out, I wash my face, still feeling a bit dizzy. I open the bathroom door and walk back to the living room to see Andrew standing and waiting for me. When he sees me he quickly comes towards me.

"Are you okay now?" He says with his hands on my shoulders. I nod as I'm shaking. He puts his warm hand on my forehead. "It doesn't look like you are okay, you have a fever."

"I'm going to make you some soup," my mom says as she walks to the kitchen.

"And I'm going to get you a blanket, and I'll go help out Teresa," Ryan says and winks at me.

I roll my eyes at him as I feel a funny grin form on my face.

We settle down on the couch facing the TV, "And I'm going to be right here, with you," Andrew says as Ryan comes quickly with a warm and soft maroon-colored blanket. Andrew takes it from Ryan and covers me as Ryan goes to the kitchen.

"How are you here?" I say as we look into each other's eyes.

"Thank your Mom later," he winks at me.

"What? When? Where? Who? And how?" I say as he laughs beautifully.

"Remember, I asked you for your mom's number a few days ago?" He says.

"Yeah... wait, oh my god! You are so slick," I say as I rest my head on his chest.

"What is going on with you? Why was Samuel here?" Andrew asks.

"He came to apologize, but I didn't accept it. I would never, not after what he made me go through."

"A few days ago, I locked myself in my room because I was afraid... afraid of Sammy. I called you to say goodbye... and I almost took my own life but you saved me. You want to know how you saved me?"