CHAPTER 18

“Ang, when you went into a coma like that, I was so scared. I prayed for you all the time.” Zac said, smiling from ear to ear. It felt good to actually see him. Even though my dream was so realistic and I thought that I saw him, I realized that I missed him.

“Zac, I love you.” Was the first thing I said to him. He smiled, put his hand over mine, squeezed it a little bit and bowed his lead slightly.

“I know you do.” He replied. “And you know that I love you, too, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” I said. Then I looked over at my mom and Jeremy Paris, or I guess I should say my dad, and said, “Could you give us a couple of minutes alone?” My mother nodded, then pulled Jeremy out of the room with her. I still couldn’t believe that she was alive and her death was only in my dream.

“So, how have you been?” Zac asked me.

“I just woke up, I guess that I’m alright.” I said. “But gee, I had a really horrible dream.”

I ended up explaining the whole dream to Zac. He sat there and squeezed my hand the whole time. And at that point, being there with him, I knew that he and I were meant to become something special. I thought about Bobby and realized that we still hadn’t broken up. I asked Zac if Bobby had come to see me at all. When I mentioned his name, Zac sorta crunched up his face.

“Yeah, he was here once and dropped off some flowers. They already died, but I saved the card for you. I didn’t open any of your cards because that would be wrong, but if you want to look at them, here they are.” Zac said, handing me a stack of cards.

“Were you seriously here everyday?” I asked him while shuffling through the pile, searching for Bobby’s handwriting.

“Yeah. I would come in the morning and stay until visiting hours were over.” He said. I looked at him then, knowing that he was my one, my one to keep forever.

He already knew that I was grateful that he was there everyday, so I didn’t need to thank him. I found the card with Bobby’s writing on it, and opened it.

“Angela,
You have no idea how sorry I am for this to have happened to you. I don’t even know what to say. But I think it would be best if we were only friends. This has proven to me that I’m not as strong as I thought I was, and I can’t deal with heavy situations. Please forgive me. If you never want to talk to me again, I understand. You need someone at this point, to help you through everything, and I’m just not strong enough. Zac is though. Chose him.

Tears built up in my eyes and I knew that even though it was for the best, I still cried. I had cared for him so so much. In my dream I hated him, but then I came to the conclusion that I can’t base my feelings on a dream. I still had some feelings for Bobby, and I was sad that it was over. At least he still wanted to be friends.

“It’s over.” I said to Zac. He understood what I meant. Now the next step would be getting together with Zac. I wanted to take things nice and slow. I already knew, from my experience in my dream that when rushed, things happen in a different way than you want, so I was going to take things slow, no matter how impatient I was.

Zac reached over and wiped my tears away, letting his thumb stroke over my cheek. Oh, how I loved him. The look on his face, the glint in his eyes, I knew at that moment in time that he was mine forever, and I would be his. No words needed to be spoken, we were speaking with our minds. I loved him and he loved me, we didn’t need anything else. 14 may be too young to fall in love, but it’s never too young to feel it. Feeling love was like warm sun rays shining down on you on a chilly day, like watching the first snowfall of the winter season, like knowing, for sure, that everything was going to turn out right. An indescribable feeling rushes into your body, so warm feeling, so cozy feeling, so everything put together. Looking into his eyes, him looking into mine was probably the greatest feeling I ever felt in my whole life.

My mind flashed back: “So, whaddya wanna do?” Zac asked me.
I shrugged my shoulders. “I dunno, whaddya wanna do?”

I smiled, and seeing the far away look on his face, I knew that he was thinking about the same thing. Our eyes met and he leaned down and kissed my forehead.

“Zac?” I asked him.

“Yeah?” he responded.

“Will you keep me forever?”

He smiled, knowing exactly what I was talking about. “Forever.” He replied.