Her Forever – Chapter 1

Sadie’s POV

He was sitting across from me, his drink in hand, swirling it and staring at it contently. He took a large sip and laid it on the counter. Several of the ice cubes went disturbed as the amber liquid dripped down the side of the glass. His body was covered in tattoos in his dark dress shirt, his eyes gazing into mine, which caused my breath to hitch. They were electric blue, and they were getting closer. His smile on his face only let me know he was friendly, even with such an intimidating body. His face held a few scars, and the hair was messily tossed to the side. He holds out his hand for me to take, and as I let my hand drop to touch his, I’m jolted from my dream.

Some nights I dream of him. It had been a long while since I had seen the brooding man, but in my time of needing comfort, he came to me as I slept. I don’t know who this man is; I’ve never seen him other than my dreams, so I try not to think of him. However, today made me feel I could meet him, and they say dreams are often projections of reality.

ger, just for me.

d that was when she was most happy. Everyone got to taste a bit of her happiness when I would take them to the local diner to sell them for extra income.

etend she was truly happy.

a word. Rather, Maria would grab her notepad that she would keep in her apron and write what she needed to say. Most of the time, I already knew what she needed or was thinking. It was like a secret language we created.

fridge and pause for a few moments when I would realize she needed something. Usually eggs, always the eggs. Other times when I would walk into the house when I had a horrible day at school, it was like she already knew. Maria would grab the hot cocoa, set it in front of me, and p

usly spoken by me. How I could give a brief speech about her life and not break down in sobs, I’ll never know.

own at me, and I couldn’t bear to look up at him.

rabbed my hand from behind me, and rubbed circles on the back of my hand.

d I’m honestly fine going back now. You and Mrs. Dobson have been so kind to me, and I couldn’t honestly ask for more.” I tried to blink back the st

onsense Sadie, we’ve watche

rk roses from the coffin. I’ll take it home and press it in between some books so I can dry and put it in a scrapbook for later. Since Maria had passed on a week ago, I’ve bee

ith Maria, but I also knew she was missing something in her life to keep her as depressed as she was.

bout building themselves a cabin and living off-grid in the woods somewhere.

ps. Nurses had to calm her and explain the damage done to her voice. Doctors said when she woke, she just wanted her dear husband, Jeremy. As the doctor sat down and told her what happened, she lost it. No one could even hear her sobs as she sat in silence while tears tore through her face. There was even a rumor that there was blood in her tears, longing for her loving husband.

w am I going to move on and find a life for myself? I don’t even know who I am. I’ve spent most of my life working after school to help pay the bills and take care of her. No one wanted to take an 11-year-old seriously until Mr. and Mrs. Dobson.

I knew. I was a waitress, busser, dishwasher, baker, cook, and the list went on. I was so grateful for them, and they could teach me things that I knew my Aunt Maria couldn’t. Once I turned 11, her depression took a toll on her body.

ner during rushes of breakfast, lunch and dinner, and sometimes late evenings. In between, I would run home to make sure she was fed, clothed, and clean. Each passing day, I would find her baking her pies, slowly getting lost in the same dull pattern..

people from town comm

tears would invade her face as she would clutch a picture of her and Jeremy on their wedding day.

to the door. The brief smile on her lips reassured me everything would be OK. I knew this was true. In my heart, I knew she was with Jeremy, and they were together once more.

ment, I decided

t of your soul had died in reality? Would you even be a person at that point?

. Yes, I would want something like that. To have someone to love. Maria’s eyes would always twinkle when I said his name, and I really wanted to find something like that.

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He will give you butterflies, and his touch will ignite your soul. You both will be drawn to each other, and only then will you realize what you have been missing. I wou

e loved this deep one day, e

in soulmates, that one perfect person made for you. Maria instilled that in me from day one. If that were all I

they had, the inclination where their souls fought to find each other so that their bodies could become one.

nd looking for me. I know I have not been looking because I was taking care of Maria; maybe it was time to pack my things and find somewhere new. I know my soulmate was not in this town. It was small, and everyone knew everyone.

e I could find my soulmate one day, maybe it could be the man in my dreams.