Only Till Forever (Book 1 in the Forever Duet)

A Deep Breath

Stepping outside I draw a deep breath of fresh air. I was constantly trying to feel and the warm sun beating on my skin only helped a little. I closed my eyes letting the sun rays caress my skin as a light breeze flowed around me tickling my face. I let out the breath I was holding and the ever constant numbness returned.

After spending the last two months in this fucking dump everyone called a" Mental Institution" you would think the numbness would be gone.

Well it's wasn't.

So I was already expecting the bombarding questions my mom would have for me, what I wasn't expecting was the guy two cars down catching my eye.

He was tall, but who wasn't compared to my height of five foot three. Looking at him from here he had to be at least six foot. His hair was as dark as midnight and shaved close on the sides while it was longer and slightly curled on top. He was gorgeous. He was muscular like he worked out everyday with a sharp and strong jawline. A jawline most girls would drool at, but that isn't what caught my eye.

It was his eyes.

The moment he looked at me like he could feel me staring, those hazel depths grabbed me. He looked sad almost like he was about to cry. Those pools of his drowning me in his own sorrow. I could feel my arms tingle. They never did that. I don't tingle like that. I'm suppose to be numb. I'm always numb.

Snapping brings me out of my staring contest with the dark haired nightmare.

My mother snaps at me again "Sky!" She screeches.

I roll my eyes.

"Yeah sorry mom I got distracted." I mutter trying hard not to glance at him again.

"I asked you if you felt better. Are you better Sky? I need you to be better. Yeah?" She whispers. Rubbing up and down my arms in what is suppose to be comforting but just continues to irk me.

I know my mom cares. I know she means well in her own way. She just doesn't understand.

Everyone says I look just like my mom. I got my blonde hair from her and my gray eyes. My height not so much, neither did I get her personality.

Virginia Ray was just that. A ray of sunshine, from her honey blonde hair to her sparkling gray eyes. She was always happy, always successful, and always feeling. She doesn't know what it feels like to be numb which is why she thinks after two months in that god forsaken place I should be a ray of sunshine just like her.

In case you didn't catch it.

I'm not. I'll probably never be that.

I can see my moms impatience growing with my lack of response which is why I quickly mutter out "Yeah mom I'm good. I'm better"

She looks at me suspiciously.

"I promise" I tell her.

I lied. I am most definitely not okay.

I look over my shoulder getting in the car once more just in time to see him hugging an older woman. The tears he had been holding back before were now present on his face. Both he and the woman sobbing and holding onto each other.

Fuck and there it was again the tingle.

The tingle that started it all.

The first burst.

I hated it then and I hate now.