|What (standard:romance, 57074 words)|
|Author: liy88||Added: Jan 16 2008||Views/Reads: 1418/1087||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|I thought I had moved on with my life. I thought I got over him. But what are these flashbacks? Why am I seeing him again when he's six feet under the ground? (Continuition of Why)|
Prologue: Just Kill Me, Won't You? Trey Ever since I met her, she was the first thing that entered my mind every morning when I woke up. And that was three years ago. If my friends ever heard the thoughts in my head, I swear that they would laugh until they pissed or crapped in their pants. I had no idea why she was so different from the other girls but I stuck out with her the longest that I have ever been with the opposite sex. Trust me, if someone glanced through my record, that someone would label me as a jerk. Days ago, I woke up from a long slumber which was filled with dreams that I could honestly describe as frightening. I had no idea how long I had been lying motionless on that hospital bed but a doctor claimed that it had been a long time. Too long. I had been in a coma for an entire year. Two days after I regained conscious, an unexpected visitor paid a visit. She came bearing news so bad that made me wished I was cursed back to the state that I was previously in. Unconscious, unaware of the world. Almost dead; stepping over to the other side. God damn it, even hell was a better option for me now. My existence was just one fucking joke until she came to my life. Like I said, my friends would die laughing and as sure as I was standing, I could finally see tears rolling off their cheeks. But those tears weren't like the ones I was shedding in silence. Theirs were of glee and amusement. Now would be the perfect time for me to die and face the consequences for all the crap that I had done during my run on earth. Which was a lot; and I was doomed to be in hell anyway. I knew that. Rhian Sanders was killed by the same bastards that tried to kill me in the first place. They did not succeed the first time round; I was still alive and breathing. I was the product of many skilled hands combined to save my life. But guess what? Those damn bastards that were after me won after all. The surgeons here failed. I was finally killed. Because what was the meaning of living when my reason to breathe was taken away from me? *** Chapter One: What Do Feel When It's Not You I See? Rhian The doorbell rang and I scrambled down the stairs to open the door; to see who it was although I knew it as well as my heartbeat that it was none other than the person I was waiting for. I pulled the handle and gasped when I saw the person leaning easily against the pillar, his arms crossed in front of his chest. The memories of the other person faded away immediately as soon as I laid eyes on his handsome features and I literally melted into his arms. What are you doing here? I asked, searching his face for answers that I was too afraid to know. For you, he murmured, holding me tighter in his arms. This was not him; I could not believe it. He never waited for me in front of me door. Never once. Wow, I breathed. Oh, wow. I told you I'll come back, he stated and I barely nodded, too busy absorbing each part of his face. I know you would, I finally replied after I imprinted his face in my memory bank. I had no idea how long it would remain there but his face had been fading ever since he went away. I had forgotten how gorgeous he was, how his each touch would inflame me with passion. I miss you, I told him. So much that it hurts. I miss you too, he said into my hair. I'm never leaving you. We stayed, hugging each other on the porch of my house, neither one of us wanting to step away from the embrace. But I pulled away; I had to as I needed to see into his eyes, to see if he was still feeling for me as much as I felt for him. As I gazed deep into his brown eyes, there Click here to read the rest of this story (6038 more lines)
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