It's Just Life

Is It Over

"I'm sorry, I can't seem to find the paper." I blew air out of my nose as I looked at the struggle taking place in front of me. The man -Who at first seemed formal and kind of a person who knew what they were doing- had now turned into a 10-year old kid with an IQ of 50. He and his partner  had come all the way here to give me one significantly important paper, and that one significantly important paper was lost. What kind of criteria do these policeman go through when they sign up for this profession? Would think that there would be some rationality in there, but apparently not. I could feel Ash taking in deep breaths behind me, trying not to giggle. He probably would have but I guess was concerned about my state of mind and didn't want to make it seem like the situation was laughable. I leaned back to him, letting him feel my frame shake as I also struggled to stay fully emotionless.

"I guess you have lots of papers in there." I couldn't help the loud snort that left my mouth at Ashton's remark. I could feel him shaking a little more which didn't help me at all. The other officer was face palming himself as the other one -His hand still in his bag- gladly smile at Ash, not detecting the snickering sarcasm in his voice. We stood quiet couple minutes, the atmosphere losing its cheerfulness second by second. Sound of a clock from our room carried all the way to the hallway, its distant sound painfully boring into my skull. The continuing silence made more serious thoughts start to rush through my mind. What would the results be? At first I didn't really have any fears about dad not passing the tests but as I got to the subject a little more I noticed my frame slightly starting to shake again, and not by Ashton's bratty remarks. All the things that dad had done rushed to my mind. He had allowed me, a 17- year old -Well, now 18- move alone into another country. He had told me to run away from the police. He had told me to just not care about what happened to him and continue to live my life. Could it be possible that there was something wrong with him? He had always been a very unique person. Could that be a sign of something serious that's going on under his skin? I didn't want to think about it. I forced my mind to go quiet just as the officer's face brightened up.

"Here! I found it!" He took an envelope out of the bag and opened it up, relief covering his face.

"Okay...are you ready for it?" I stared at him hard and he seemed to get the message. He read a little in silence before lifting his gaze to look at me.

"It seems like your father's okay. All the tests came back negative." I felt dizzy. I could feel Ashton's hold on my shoulder.

"T-thank you." I breathed out, not really feeling my mouth. The man smiled and put the paper back into the envelope. In more clear situation I would have asked the paper for myself but at the moment my mind couldn't make up such thoughts.

"Mr. Bradshaw would like to meet you tomorrow at 2 o'clock in the police station to valuate and discuss the next steps. You'll be informed about your ride to there." I nodded not really hearing him, feeling my intensifying heart pound in my ears. My whole head throbbed as if all the blood had been sucked out of my skull. The washing relief was almost painful. Weeks and weeks of worry and anxiety had finally come to an end. This was over. It wasn't going to continue. The two men smiled at Ash and me before walking to the elevator and disappearing inside it. The ding of the machine as its doors closed seemed to echo in the halls. Ash threw the door close as he noticed that I wasn't in the state to move myself. He looked back at me from the door with intensity in his eyes. He had also realized. This was over. All of this was over. I silently looked at him, letting the rumble of uncontrotable joy build up until I couldn't stand it. I let out a loud, giggly laugh and jumped into his arms, fiercely throwing my legs around his waist. I couldn't contain myself as fits of screams/laughs left my mouth. I put my legs back down to the floor and started wildly jumping on the spot. Ashton's laugh merged with mine as he took my hands in his. We spun and danced around the room, letting our shrills and cheers be the music. As we slowed down I passionately kissed him, letting his tongue sweep with mine. He was everywhere, filling my lungs and blurring my brain and thoughts. In my mouth, on my neck. I couldn't get enough of him.