“So someone in the universe decided to bring us together? I-I’m confused. I’m sorry, I have to go.”
“Already? But you just got here!” She sucks in a deep breath to mask the pain of her heart breaking even more. She follows him, hoping he’ll change his mind, but he stops and faces her. As she begins to protest, he touches her wet face with his soft, hands.
“Happy birthday,” he whispers. She can see he has tears in his eyes too.
As he walks away from her, she wants desperately to cry out for him, but his mind appears to be made up. Once he’s out of sight, she drops to the ground and cries…hard. She feels like Cinderella after midnight. Her beautiful day and her amazing dress are ruined because of him. Because of someone she just met. So why can’t she stop crying? Why is he so important? She hates that she’s acting as though she loves him…because that would be crazy. It’s like her feelings are moving at warp speed. Sure she’s had crushes before, but this is by far a different experience. The more she cries the angrier she becomes.
After laying eyes on him again tonight, she’s positive he’s not just some guy. He’s “the guy,” and she’ll never meet anyone like him. But it doesn’t matter. He’s probably going back to his pale girlfriend. While crying her eyes out in the dirt, she feels someone cradling her and trying to lift her off the ground. With teary eyes she looks up at Navid. All she can do is hug him tight and continue crying on his shoulder. His big brotherly arms support her as she lets it all out. He helps her up the stairs. Her eyes are swollen and her face hurts.
“You’ll be okay, Amelia. He’ll be back,” Navid declares.
“How do you know?”
“He’d be a fool not to.”
She smiles and somberly walks into her bedroom and closes the door. She kicks off her shoes and flies onto her bed, noticing that it’s already eleven thirty. As far as she’s concerned, the day can’t end fast enough. She’s happy she enjoyed most of it, but she wishes she’d never met the boy in the dream because he has become a reality and now she’s lost him forever. Now she’ll spend the rest of her life grieving him. He was the only thing she had left to look forward to, and now he’s gone.
After a few devastating minutes, she wills herself out of bed and pulls off her dress. When she reaches over to get some pajamas, her cell phone falls to the floor.
Oh no! I forgot to put it back! “Ok, it’s not too late, Leona’s gone to bed,” she reminds herself. She wipes her sweaty palms on her thighs and tries to calm down. She manages to throw some clothes on and opens her door, when her cell phone rings. She almost drops it and staggers back into her room, carefully shutting the door.