Back To You [Completed] ✔

1. First Day, First encounter

After searching the entire school, I found him standing in the hallway
"I'm sorry".

"It's too late," he said gravelly.

Those words felt like my heart weighed up and my eyes swam with tears. He began to walk away but I gripped his arm knowing it was my last chance to make everything right, to make him stay. "But I want to come with you" I mumbled looking straight into his eyes.
He looked at me with rage, grabbed my shoulders, and pushed me so hard that I fell back on the floor.

"Ouch!!" I groaned and I found myself tripped from my bed.
"It was one hell of a dream " I lifted myself and laid back on bed to continue my sleep but my eyes widened as I saw the clock.
"Damn it!!! It's 8 already. I'm going to be so late for the meeting" I pulled myself out of the bed and ran towards the washroom.

I breathed heavily as I finally reached the conference room after running so that I could make it up on time. Everyone was already in their seats, but I was lucky the meeting hadn't started yet. I spotted an empty chair and moved to it and then the mundane routine of the meeting started. Mr. Will and his presentations are like one of those boring college lectures where there's no way out of it and one must keep on pretending to be listening as I was pretending a sudden thought of my morning dream struck my mind, and gradually I was so into it that the world around was on mute.

What we think about is what we dream about and clearly I think about him that is why I dream about him. It's ironic that the person who no longer exists in my life ..from a very long time to be precise still affects my life, my decisions, my relations, and my time too as of today. Well, I can't blame him. He doesn't even know what I think about him. On the contrary, he must be certain that I DON'T think about him. It's all my stupidity...but I don't regret it. I feel a strange satisfaction when I see him in my dreams it's the only way I can feel that I'm close to him and sometimes dreams are so real it feels like I've met him, talked to him and whenever I have such dreams I do exactly what I'm doing right now, I repeat the dream in my head throughout the day just to feel his presence.

It all started five years ago. When I first stepped into Rosewood High for my junior year.
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I was walking through the hallway all nervous and scared figuring out how I was going to survive in this whole new world where everyone knew each other already, had their friends, and had their own life whereas I'm the new one.

"Damn it's not going to be easy" I muttered to myself and decided to look at the class schedule I got from the office. I was looking at the schedule and figuring out where I had to be for my first class when I bumped into a sturdy figure. When I opened my eyes that were shut because of the collision I found those deep set of emerald green eyes that were looking straight into mine. I was so close to him that I could smell the mint on his breath. 

He was looking down at me without a blink of an eye and I found it difficult to break the eye contact It felt like something clicked inside me. I snapped out of my thoughts and took a step ."I'm sorry" I said hesitatingly. He narrowed his eyes and smirked "New admission?" he was too quick to notice.

"Yeah"
He held out a hand towards me " Edward Windsor" said in his husky voice. "call me Ed!!" he added.

"Hazel Cooper" I nodded joining his hand.

"Hazel...as in your eyes hazel?" he asked while pointing fingers at my eyes. I couldn't resist smiling that in a fraction of a second, he bothered to notice my eye color.

"yes ...exactly" I chuckled.
"I'm running late for the practice" he scratched his eyebrows "Catch you later?". It was then I noticed the school jacket on his shoulders that stated he was on the school football team. Before I could say anything he began to walk drifty past me but he continued to look me in the eyes as he walked. When I turned around, our eyes met again before he disappeared into the other corridor.

That first day, that first encounter...I felt something was to begin but I had no idea that whatever started there would have no end to me. that even after all these years I would be sitting on my balcony, holding a cup of tea, looking into the night sky, and thinking maybe there would be a slight possibility to meet him again.
"It's not a movie Hazel...there are no such plot twists in real life" I muttered bringing myself back to reality and making my way to bed.