3 Years Ago
The wind was blowing softly against us as we sat in the middle of the field, flowers of different colours surrounding us. The sun was setting and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I smiled at our intertwined hands, playing with his long, callous fingers.
"What are you smiling at?" He asked me softly, resting his head on my shoulder. I could feel his eyes watching me but I just continued playing with his hand, smiling like a little child. I shrugged.
"I'm happy, is it such a crime?" I asked teasingly. His soft laughter filled my ears, making my heart skip a beat. He shook his head slightly kissing my shoulder.
"No no, I just thought you'd like to share," I looked up, finally meeting his gaze. His warm hazel eyes were filled with humor and happiness. His perfect plump lips were curved into a dazzling smile that made my heart stop every time I saw it. I sighed dramatically.
"If you must know, I was thinking about how happy I am right now," His smile somehow managed to widen and his arms around my waist tightened. He pecked my neck this time.
"Really?" I nodded my head.
"Really." He made a thinking face for a second.
"Well I'm not." My smile slipped off my face and my heart literally sank down to my knees. He wasn't happy? Was it because of me? I tried to take a step back, but his grip only tightened- carefully not to hurt me.
"W-w-what?" I asked, my voice shaking. I thought things were going great! Why wasn't he happy? He shook his head and rested his forehead against mine, the smile never leaving his face. I looked at him confused. His words didn't match his actions..
"I'm not happy. I'm far more than happy. Words can't even describe how this feels," My mouth formed a perfect 'O' before I smacked him on the arm, glaring at him.
"Don't you ever do that again Drew! You scared me! I thought you didn't want to be with me anymore!" I scowled him. He just laughed and pecked my lips sweetly.
"That was kind of the point Matty," He winked and I smiled as he spoke the nickname he had given me. He was the only one I let call me that. 'Matty'. I turned my head back to where once used to be the sunset. Now the darkness consumed the field, the moon and stars being our only light. I felt at peace in his muscle arms, the warmth of his body radiating onto mine. I twisted my head to look at him. His brown hair almost covering his eyes, the light on the moon making it look as if it was sparkling. His eyes were closed and his head rested against my shoulder.
"Drew?" I asked softly, almost a whisper. His eyes opened and he smiled at me.
"Yeah?" His hot minty breath fanning my cheek as he spoke. I breathed in loudly before exhaling. I knew how I felt about him. It had only been two months but they were two great months. Every time I was with him, I could almost feel my feelings growing for him. I had never been one to believe in love at first sight, but thinking about it now, I think I had always felt this way about him.
"I... I love you."
His eyes widen in surprise and I could feel his heart beat growing faster. He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. I caressed his cheek. "Don't worry, I wasn't expecting a response. I just wanted to let you know," I was smiling on the outside but on the inside, it killed me that he couldn't say it back. Say those three little words that the meaning of wasn't so little. He nodded his head gratefully and gave me a lingering kiss before standing up.
"I think we should head back. It's getting late," I looked at my phone and saw it was 10:50. How long had we been here? We walked back to his car, hand in hand. That night, he dropped me off and after what seemed hours of his amazing kisses, I walked into my house. That was the last time I saw Drew.
The next morning I had called and texting him ask much as his inbox and voice mail could take, but he didn't answer. I decided to go to his house. Maybe he was still sleeping! I walked up the steps that lead to to front door of the Blair residence. Drew was staying with his grand-parents for the summer. I knocked on the door, expecting to see a sleepy Drew opening the door. Instead I got Grandma Maggie.
"Hi grandma Maggie! Can I see Drew?" I asked happily. She shook her head.
"I'm sorry dear, you can't." I gave her a worried look.
"Why not? Is Drew sick? Is he ok?" She sighed and shook her head once more, giving me a sad look.
"Drew is fine Mathilde. But you cannot see him, because he is not here,"