If at some point in your life, you loved someone you weren't suppose to; you weren't allowed to love. What is it that was going through your mind? I wish I had never loved. All the negativity between "why" and "how could you!" It goes round and round, with no end to the madness of sadness. You replay the wonderful moments you spent with him, even if it makes your heartache endlessly. Cries, tears, pain, are all reminders that it was once true and that, that love once did exist. Between the two of us, "Two is better than one." What makes this situation most difficult is that he is not what he appears to be. He doesn’t belong in my world, and I would never belong in his.
I lay in the grass field, all alone, with only the breeze, and the shaking of the trees, for company. The breeze travels across my cheek; I feel a sudden rush of warmth, but how? It’s the middle of fall. I was imagining this, so I ignore the feeling. I sit up to gaze beyond the gray black skies. To think to myself, “Another horrible storm is on its way.” That’s the third one this week. Before lying down, I was spending my late afternoon sketching, taking some pictures; of things that caught my eye and writing down lyrics about how I was feeling. I do this every day after school, for at least a couple hours, mostly till it gets dark. I’m that type of girl that is very silent, and hardly ever says her opinion out loud. I do have friends, well just two but it’s better than having none. Their around, at times, but mostly we just say were friends, we never hangout really. I manage on my own though, with notebooks, pencils, my I-pod, and camera. It’s really all I need. Out of no where, my thoughts on how simple my life is were disturbed with a gut feeling of butterflies, as if I was getting a rush of acceleration; nerves. I was so deep in thought; I hadn’t noticed the smoke coming from beyond the grass field; where I live. I grabbed all of my things, and headed towards the house. “This couldn’t be happening.” was all I was thinking. I’m so afraid, that my mom might be in the house, while this is going on. Once I got there, I witnessed. Witnessed that a huge craft of metal had landed well more like crashed, into my front yard. My moms car wasn't in the drive way. Thank god, she's still at work.
I started noticing some movement coming from the, spaceship? I wasn't sure what it was but something was coming out from it. I stepped back, frightened, and hid somewhere, that I thought was safe enough, but wasn't. Whatever stepped out was looking straight at me. It was, tan brown colored, I really wasn't sure. I don't know how to describe what I was looking at exactly, all I knew was that I was very afraid. Out of no where, what I thought I was looking at; alien maybe, turned into human form. I couldn’t believe what I seeing, it looked so...magical. He transformed into this, well very surprisingly cute guy. About seventeen years of age, light brown hair, blue eyes, and about six feet tall. Wow. My perfect guy. He looked at me without one single blink occurring through the stare. I stared back. I knew he was something else; not human, but I still couldn’t resist the fact that I might have a crush on him. Our gaze was broken when my mom’s car pulled up. I looked over to where my mom was getting out of her car, in total shock. I turned back to look at the mysterious “guy”, he was gone. I ran towards my mom, who was on the floor, passed out. Crap. What I’m I going to do! I heard this beeping noise behind me, I turned and the spaceship was gone.
Okay, I had to think fast, first: get my mom inside, second: clean front yard, third: wait.. that’s it. Once I got my mom inside the house, up to her room, and into bed; which was very difficult. I went outside to see what I could do about the front yard. As I was walking out to the front porch, the, “guy”, super cute “guy” was standing where the spaceship us to be. The yard was exactly how it was before the accident and the weather changed back to just normal fall time. He just stared at me. Why was he just staring!? I was starting to feel faint myself, he ran towards me to catch me. I immediately backed away, and he stopped coming towards me. I ran inside my house, locked the door, and ran up to my mom’s bedroom. I hid under the covers, and soon found myself very tired. I fell asleep before I knew it.
I woke up to some hot breathe coming towards my face. “Vanessa, sweetie, are you okay?” It was my mom. I got up and replied, “yeah mom, I‘m okay.” She looked at me none convinced, but just walked off and told me to follow. That was my mom; non-pushing. She didn’t like getting in my business unless I let her in. I liked that she respected my privacy. Anyways, I walked down stairs with her, and as she walked out into the porch, I remembered what had happened earlier. Was it all a dream? It felt so real, I wasn’t sure what to think. She explained to me what she “thought” she saw, and ended the story with, “it was just a dream probably.” I agreed, just so she wouldn’t worry. If my mom “dreamed” what I thought that I “dreamt”, than it was real because no two people can dream the same thing, can they? No, they can’t. We went back inside, had dinner, and we both went our separate ways to bed afterwards.
I got to my bedroom, super tired, went straight to my bathroom and took a quick shower. Once I got out, got dressed and prepped myself for bed, I noticed a flashing light coming from outside my window. I went to go look out, and it was him, he was trying to get my attention. He waved at me to come outside. I shook my head and mouthing “No.” He mouthed back, “Trust me.” I didn’t know what to do. I decided I would go, but before I would leave a note, telling my mom all the truth, that her “dream” was true. At the “guy” and where I’m going; you know, just incase I don’t come back. Ending the note with, “I love you mom.” I walked down stairs, out the door and meet with him in the front yard; kept my distance. I rushed right into it, “What do you want? Who are? Where did you come from?” He stayed silent. Than he began to walk towards the my “spot”, where I spend my afternoons. I followed. He stopped right under this cherry blossom tree, my mom and I had planted years ago, when I was a baby. It was far beyond huge now. We both stood right under it, and he turned to me. “Hi, my name is, Christopher.” I was in shock, his voice was so.. Beautiful. He sound angel like, with such a musical inspirational type of voice. He smiled at me. He looked nice, I think so I smiled back and said, “Hi. I‘m Vanessa.” I saw our whole happy life together flash before my eyes. Was this love?
I woke the next morning in my bed, groggy. I went to go look out my window like last night, it was beyond foggy outside. I liked days like this, calm, and full of inspiration to write. Today is Friday, October 23. Almost the weekend. While I got ready for school, I thought about the night before. Christopher is his name, and he’s amazing. I know its soon to say that I really like him, but than I would be lying to myself. We connected, and what I felt last night won’t change. We talked all night long, about everything we could possibly think of. He told me about his life, and I told him about mine. Mine, which wasn’t too interesting because all I do is be silent. He didn't want to really talk about his own memories, all I got out of him was, his name, and age; which is 17, like how I had guessed when I first saw him. I feel like he lied to me though. I got no explanation of how he came to land into my front yard. Not where he came from, or why he was here. He gazed at me the whole time I talked. Which made me feel like the whole thing was akward, but butterflies bagan to grow in my stomach, which made me feel better. It made it feel like it was okay to like "him."
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