Seize The Day or Die Regretting.

I lay in the bed. I gave in and stayed at Brian’s house. He made me sleep in his bed, even though there is a guest bedroom with a perfectly good bed just down the hall. I could hear the crickets chirping away outside. The children have long gone to bed. The cars came down the street less frequently. I could hear Brian watching TV down the hall. I had tried to sleep but I was far too nervous. I could feel the cool breeze coming in from the open window. I sank into the bed; the soft bedding fell underneath me. I loved the way the cotton felt under my skin. I also rather enjoyed the smell I got from the bedding. It was intoxicating, like a drug that you can’t live without.
I heard the house phone ring loudly, instantly it stopped and I heard Brian’s voice clearly. He picked up so fast because he didn’t want me to wake up. I smiled to myself at that thought. But it was wiped from my face when I over heard the conversation rather clearly, well one side of the conversation.
“Hello?” Brian greeted as if he knew exactly who he was talking too. The tone of his voice was strict but friendly. But then it held lots of venom in it.
“I told you, I’m out. I’m going to get a job, a real job.” He spat harshly.
“Why, because I want an apple pie life. I want to settle down, get married and maybe have a kid or two. So I’m out.” He growled. That was when the conversation was in low mumbles, I couldn’t hear anything. Nor did I want too. What the hell was he talking about?
My heart raced as I heard footsteps pat their way quietly down the hall way. I closed my eyes and pretended I was asleep so he wouldn’t complain about it. I heard the door knob turn carefully until it unlatched. The door squeaked open. I was sunk into the pillows, my limbs loose and noodle like. I heard the foot steps come over to the side of the bed; a warm hand touched my cold shoulder.
“Heather, rise and shine.” He whispered quietly. My eyes opened tiredly to see nothing but black. I stretched out on the bed as I faced the way I heard the voice come from.
“What time is it?” I asked with a weary voice. I heard the alarm clock slid a little bit then drop down with a thump only plastic can make.
“It’s just after eleven.” He replied softly. I nodded and tossed the blankets off of me. Brian protested against me making his bed again but it wouldn’t sit right with me if I didn’t make his bed. I also got ready, like brushing my hair, tying it up in a bun and brushing my teeth. I was going to go the hospital in a pair of sweat pants and a tee shirt with a pair of slippers so I was comfortable.
My heart was fluttering with excitement and joy. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach nervously. I could feel the amount of nervousness radiating off him as well. I was told to sit on the couch and wait for him to finished panicking and running around like a chicken with its head cut off. I could hear his quick and heavy footsteps roaming the halls, shutting things off and making sure I had everything in my bag. I was going to be spending a few days in the hospital so they can keep an eye on me. (Pun intended)
I stayed seated quietly; my eyes were barely able to stay open. I really wish I had gotten some sleep now. This is going to be a long night.
“C’mon you’re taking forever.” I called out for him.
“I’m coming, hang on.” He called back to me. I smiled and shook my head.
“What are you? A woman?” I called back to him with a cheeky smile. I knew that would get him moving a bit quicker. He hates it when I call him a woman. But I don’t do it often. I only call him a chick when he’s taking forever to do something or if he can’t decide what to wear. I heard his hardy laugh as he came into the living room. I felt his hand wrap around my arm, his flesh was hot and sweaty with nervousness. He pulled me to my feet and guided me through the house.
The cool night air made Goosebumps rise on my skin, it might be cool now but when the sun comes up it’s going to be hot. Today the temperature is supposed to reach 40 degrees calculus. That’s really hot but I’ve survived through warmer. I heard the car door open. I was guided to the seat, his sweaty palm on the top of my head, making sure I didn’t hit my head. I smiled widely as the door closed. My bag sat between my feet. I strapped the seat belt in and waited for Brian to come around. The door opened, allowing the chilled air to flow into the car. I heard him groan loudly.
“Brian?” I asked softly. My voice barely noticeable over the roar of the engine.
“Yeah?” He replied with a gruff tone. I smiled widely and raised my eye brows.
“Is this really happening?” My question has stayed the same for the whole week, is this really happening? Twenty-four years of being blind and I’m might be able to see again. I might be able to watch a sun rise or the rain. I might be able to see what every body looks like. I’ve got these metal pictures of what every body looks like but that is just imaginary. I could be very, very far off. Twenty-four years of darkness, a black that seemed to never end.
“Yeah it is, better get used to the feeling.” Brian replied with a lively tone. His happiness and excitement bounced off his skin and landed on me, making everything seem like a dream; like it isn’t real. But it was real and that’s what made it scary. It’s a thrilling fear the pulsed through my veins.
“Twenty-four years and I might be able to see you, finally.” I said with a smirk. I heard him laugh away the nerves.
“You scared?” He asked. I had to think about that, I was happy, excited, and nervous. I was trapped in this surreal feeling of a thrilling fear but was I scared? I guess I’d have to say yes, because this could go terribly wrong. There are possibilities that I may never see again or I might die. I might never be with my friends and family ever again. The butterflies fluttered wings of razors in my stomach. I could feel my heart pick up speed.
“Yes. I am.” I whispered sullenly, trying to hide my emotions. I hated the feeling of fear. But when he’s by my side I don’t need to worry about fear. If I do die today, I’m glad I spent my last moments alive with him.
“Can I tell you something?” I asked softly. He cleared his throat abruptly and turned down the radio. I smiled nervously at my question
“Sure, anything.” He responded quickly. My nervous smile faded away slowly. I swallowed hard and pondered if this was right. What if I do die today? He’ll never know how I really feel about him. He’ll never know my feelings towards him. But if I don’t die things might be ruined for us. Twenty-five years of friendship down the toilet. I can do this.
“When I was thirteen I had the hugest crush on you, ever.” I announced with a light tone. Keeping the tone of voice light and calm is the best way to break news to someone. I heard him shift in his seat slightly.
“Can I tell you two things?” He asked softly. I nodded and exhaled the breath I kept locked inside my lungs unknowingly.
“Anything.” I responded with a calm voice.
“I already knew that, you didn’t really hide it. Still don’t. Everybody can see you light up when I’m near. I also know you still do.” He announced. My stomach twisted nervously. He knew? He knew?! Wait! He knows I still like him? I felt stupid now, shamed. I couldn’t bear live with myself knowing this. I faked a smile and pulled my eye brows together.
“What’s the second thing?” I muttered. He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. He was trying to put his thoughts into words. I waited in silence patiently. He sighed deeply.
“I feel the same way.” He added words that sent me flying through the night sky like a firework. I felt free and happy like anything is possible. There is so much in life I haven’t experience yet and this, this moment right here; being told someone likes me the way I like them. It’s a first for me. It’s a beautiful feeling. I smiled widely and blushed uncontrollably.
“Okay, I must be asleep now. There is no way that you just said that.” I said shaking it off as a dream. It had to be a dream, this can’t be real. I’m getting my sight back and the boy I’ve been crushing on for nearly seventeen years likes me as well.
“Remember earlier today at the coffee shop?” He asked softly. I nodded.
“Remember how I said I just found the feelings for the smart, pretty girl who I’ve known for a long time?” His voice had so much confidence in it, I’m amazed by this. I nodded carefully, staying quiet. My heart was bounding around inside of me while an excited feeling filled my stomach.
“I was talking about you. A few weeks ago I was thinking about my relationships and how bad they’ve been. Then I remembered all we’ve been through. We’ve been at each others’ sides since we were four. That’s when I figured it out. I wasn’t able to find love because I already found it.” He uttered with a light voice. I felt a tear run down my face. This was actually happening. I never thought I’d get to have a prince charming like all the other girls. I never thought he’d feel the same for me. It’s a nice feeling to be cared for.

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