A strange feeling of sadness and joy at the same time overcomes me as I set white lilies on the tombstone. I fall to my knees and press two of my fingers to my lips before resting them on top of the tomb. The afternoon sun shines at the stone causing it glisten.
"I wish you were sitting in front of me instead of underneath me but I guess this will have to do."I pause to collect my thoughts before continuing. "I know that I haven't come here since the day of your funeral but I guess I was just scared to accept the truth...the truth that I would never be able to see your beautiful smile ever again, or the joy on your face when Blake asks you out, or even just the low curve of your nose, and the sharp jawline of yours or the laugh crinkles by your eyes." Hours go by as I talk to my bestfriend about all the things she's missed. Tears are shed, laughs are released and smiles lighten my face as I talk about the memories we've made together and my life without her.My eyes jerk open as a drop of water hits my neck. I look up at the sky to see the sun setting. Dark clouds have gathered and I know that it will start raining any moment. I massage the back of my neck to loosen the knots that have formed there due to my awkward sleeping position.
"Shit!" I get up and scramble to find my phone. Ugh I'm so dumb, how could I have fallen asleep? I've been here for hours. My hand touches the plastic covering of my phone just as water starts pouring out of the sky. I look up at the dark sky and just let myself get soaked for a minute. The cold water touches my face and the numbing feeling helps remove the sleep from my eyes. I start trudging through the graveyard, barely being able to see anything. I unlock my phone and find the phone app, my fingers dial Owen's number, and I put the phone by my ear as it rings a couple times before going straight to voicemail. I try calling him a few more times but he doesn't pick up. I'm about to dial my mom's number when I feel a body collide into me causing my phone to fall into the wet mud by my feet. I curse for the second time in the graveyard and fall onto my knees to try and find my phone. I hear a deep voice apologize but instead of looking at the person, I continue to look for my phone which is pretty hard in the heavy rain. My hand grabs at my phone and I wipe the mud from the screen to realize that it has been severly damaged. There's a spiderweb of cracks all along the screen and when I press the power button, it doesn't turn on. I feel my heart race as I stand up to find a very familiar face looking down at me.
"Jaxon Black??" I exclaim. He rests his piercing gaze as he analyzes me. "What are you doing here?" Jaxon's eyebrows draw closer to each other in confusion before he slowly replies,
"Uh, do I know you?" My mouth falls open in shock, we literally just met a day ago.
"Don't tell me you forgot me so fast? Like seriously, I was sleeping in your bed just a day ago." Jaxon's lips twitch in irritation as he mumbles,
"Yeah, well I have a girl sleeping in my bed everyday so don't think you're so special." I roll my eyes and wipe some rain from my face. When I look back up at Jaxon, I see him watching me and when he meets my eyes, recognition lights up in them. "Oh! You're that girl, the one with the weird name, I think it was Cyn." I nod at him and mouth a 'Yup' as he continues, "But I don't recall sleeping with you, so what exactly were you doing at my place?"
"I'm the one who had too much to drink, not you." I retort as I rub my arms to heat them. "You know you could be a gentleman and offer me your jacket or something, I'm kinda freezing in this rain." I add as I feel my feet start to numb. Jaxon looks unamused as he raises an eyebrow.
"You expect me to give me you my jacket? Does it look like I'm a gentleman?" I shake my head and look down at the phone in my hand. I press the power but it still doesn't turn on. I let out a sigh and look up at the sky for a second before looking back at Jaxon.
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Shattered Dreams
Teen FictionI feel his gaze on me as I walk over to the chair where my dress is resting. As I pull his shirt over my head, his eyes travel down my naked body before I cover it by slipping on my dress. When I turn around and meet his eyes, the intensity in them...