Perhaps Someday // The Sequel to Life Ends, Love Says

Chapter 2: Alive

Joey's POV

"Tell me, what was your dream about?" My therapist asks, leaning his chest over the dark ebony desk, folding his arms and placing his elbows on the hard table. I watched as his four fingers hit the table simultaeniously, making four consecutive taps echoeing through the hollow desk. I was sloutched in the blue chair, staring just beyond one leg of the desk, motionless. I pulled the cuffs of my sweater over my hands before speaking.

"Meghan." I squeaked.

His fingers stopped, and he sighed deeply, adding a groan as he leaned back into the chair. I felt him staring at me, forcing me to look up. He stared at me for a good minute, his dark brown eyes staring into mine like he was performing hypnosis. Except I don't think any form of mind control would get me out of this emotional state. Not even drugs, since I've tried many of those, I try them everyday.

Okay... I know that." He finally said with a huff of air, "Now, what happened in that dream?" I felt the warm tears tickle my water line, threatening to spill at the edge of my eye.

"My life without her." I said, blankly, "I always start with waking up in the morning, alone, oblivious to the fact that there is supposed to be someone beside me. I watch my life, like a life long movie. But in this version, I live alone, Meghan never even came into my life. I'll walk downstairs and make breakfast with no idea that I used to laugh and joke while making breakfast with the most delightful and magnificent girl in the world, but she wasn't there. I would get errands done, clean the house, take a walk, with no one in my presence, no one to turn to. It's scary, living like that and not minding it, when you haven't been used to the ubiquity of a significant other. This could've been what my life turned out to be, but worse. Because in that life, I'd be aware of the fact that she was supposed to be there, and she wasn't. And that kills me."

"I understand." he said. I understand, something he would say after every thing I would vent about to him. I knew he didn't really understand, because, as the saying goes, you can't know someone unless you've walked a mile in their shoes. And I have tough mile behind me, filled with spikes, holes, traps, and inevitable heartbreaks along the way. I understand was just said to be a reassuring neighbour in my situation, to give me that absent reminder that someone was their for me.

"Is there anything else you'd like to speak to me about?" He asked. I glanced at the clock, almost 10:00am, which means that in a couple minutes, I can get into my car and drive back to the place I practically lived: by Meghan's side, in a big gloomy hospital. But there's no place I'd rather be than with her.

"No." I shook my head.

"Then you're free to go," he said with a smile, "Have a good day, Mr.Graceffa."

I nodded, already anticipating how my day was going to go, and the best way to describe it, is the opposite of good. Dreadfull, fallacious, unpleasant, awful, abominable, were all words to describe the way most of my days go, so I don't see how this one would be any different. But there is one person, one girl, who keeps me going through this mess. And that girl is Meghan.

Meghan's POV

I felt heat run through my body, tickling my toes before running up my spine and into my head, making my eyes creep open. The light blinded me for a second or two and I looked around me to see if my surroundings had changed even a bit. But ofcourse, I lay in the same bed, of the same room, in the same hospital. With the same red plastic flower stuck in a mug beside me, and the same diagram of a human body plastered on a wall in front of me.

From as much as I could see, three nurses stood over me, one pressing her thumb to the inside of my wrist, checking my pulse. As my eyes focused into the real world more, I saw Joey standing just on the end of the nurses, eyeing me carefully.