𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝗼𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐢𝗺𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝟷𝟶𝟽, 𝟷𝟸𝟶, 𝟷𝟸𝟼 ❁ 𝚣𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚗 - 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸

𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟮 𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱

i heaved my suitcase out of the trunk of my car, then pulled it up the driveway to my childhood home. my mom ran out the front door and hugged me, my dad following behind.
i moved out and moved to new york after i graduated high school. i write for the new york times and i've been pretty successful.
"come inside honey, everyone is here to see you," my mom said, pulling me inside the house.
my family was inside and i walked around talking to everybody and giving everyone hugs as i haven't seen them in nearly a year.
while i was talking to my aunt i saw zach's mom out of my peripheral vision. i tensed up, suddenly worried that zach was here.
i haven't talked to zach since we had that huge argument in high school. i've missed him every day and i've regretted what i did every day since i did it. zach meant the world to me, but our friendship is gone.
i composed myself, telling myself that he's not here. he's in a band and he's famous, he would never be here. plus, he wouldn't never want to see me again. not after those awful things i said to him.
i walked into the kitchen, letting out a breath of relief when he wasn't in there. i went to the window in the kitchen and scoured the backyard. he wasn't out there either.
i'm safe. zach's not here.
i talked to a few of my friends and family members in the kitchen before deciding to go up to my room to put my suitcase down and change into better clothes for pictures.
as i walked up the stairs, i was confused to see my bedroom light on. i slowly walked in, only to have my breath shoved right back down my throat.
there was zach.
sitting on my bed.
holding a picture frame containing a picture of us when we were in seventh grade.
"hey," he said nonchalantly.
i didn't respond, only gaped at him.
i wanted to cry and hug him and kiss him and tell him how sorry i am and how much i've missed him and how much i love him. i just wanted to run into his arms and hold him forever.
i didn't get the chance to run to him because he stood up and walked to me, hugging me first.
he pulled back, looking at me confused.
"why are you shaking? it's just me, you know me," he said, confused.
"i...i....i missed you zach!" i burst into tears, throwing myself onto him.
he held me close, his arms wrapped securely around me.
"don't cry, i got you," he whispered, his hands rubbing through my hair comfortingly.
"zach...i-i....i-"
he cut me off by gently shushing me, pulling me to my bed. he sat down and pulled me into his lap, our lips almost instantly connecting.
we laid down, kissing until we were out of breath.
"i...i don't even know what to say, zach. i should have never said-"
he cut me off again.
"hey, it's in the past. we were dumb teenagers. even though we didn't talk all those years, my love for you never faded," he whispered, nuzzling his face against mine.
"i know, but-"
"shhh. just lay with me."
little did i know, i would lay next to him every day until we die.