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in my soul, but with Lea’s reassurances, the weight isn’t as heavy.
Chapter 9
Lea
We’re too young to know the loss we feel. You were too young to die. But we’re learning that life isn’t fair, so we’re here crying while you’re on the other side, screaming at us to knock it off and remember the good times…
The somber mood in the car as we cruise down dark, country roads is surprisingly okay with me. Colby tells me everything, but I never knew about his fight with Paulie until tonight. That leads me to believe that he realizes as much as I do what it means for us to take this next step in life hand-in-hand. He took me to the cemetery because he needed to make sure there wasn’t a ghost between us, and I get that.
Thanking him seems oddly inappropriate, but I can’t think of anything else to say, so I do what Colby does when the silence gets to be too much. I reach for the stereo, trying to find something that won’t make either of us go insane. The fact that he’s a country boy and I’m a pop/rock girl could be a deal breaker if not for the fact that we’re almost perfect in every other way.
“Just pick something, CB.” We’ve had this fight hundreds of times over the years, and I always wind up turning it to something he will enjoy because I know I’ll be treated to him singing along to the radio. After more surfing through channels, listening to each station for no more than three seconds, Colby bats my hand away from the buttons, reaching under the armrest for a CD. I try to see who it is, but he’s too quick for me.
Country may not be my thing, but I am a sucker for Tim McGraw, and that’s the disc Colby put in the system. When the rich voice starts singing about best friends, I look over to Colby and see him glancing at me out of the corner of his eye as he pays attention to his driving. Our fingers weave together on his knee as he starts singing along with the track and I have to fight back tears. I’ve listened to this song more times than I can count, but tonight is the first time I’ve stopped to appreciate the lyrics.
He pulls the car into the vacant lot, leaving the music playing as he rushes around to open my door. As soon as my feet are on the gravel drive, Colby pushes the door closed, drawing me into him. As we dance under a perfectly clear sky filled with millions of stars, Colby serenades me. Although they’re not his original lyrics, his voice is as smooth as glass as he sings about how we found each other without a minute to spare. Despite the fact that it took us so long to get to this point, I agree with him. Neither of us can understand why just yet, but there is a reason our path wound the way it did.
“Is it too soon for me to tell you that I love you?” he asks during the bridge. I look into his amber eyes and see the depth of his words. The words won’t form around the lump in my throat, so I simply lift myself onto my toes, softly kissing each corner of his mouth.
“No, because I’ve been waiting over three years to tell you,” I admit when I can speak. “I love you, Colby Davis, even if you are a moron sometimes.”
After the song finishes, Colby reaches in the backseat for a blanket and a soft-sided cooler. He tucks the blanket under his arm, leaving one hand free to hold me as we walk across the field. Being here, in the one place that has always made me feel safe, with Colby sitting beside me feels right. God, that sounds cliché, but it is.
This is the place my grandparents brought us on warm, summer afternoons so we could run free and watch the planes taking off from the airport below. Eventually, they would call us over to the shelter for lunch and they would take time to make each grandchild feel special. My grandfather was the one who instilled a need for college in all of us, saying there would be time to live, but if we couldn’t support ourselves, we would only be existing.
His words still ring true with me, but as I lie under a blanket of
Chapter 9
Lea
We’re too young to know the loss we feel. You were too young to die. But we’re learning that life isn’t fair, so we’re here crying while you’re on the other side, screaming at us to knock it off and remember the good times…
The somber mood in the car as we cruise down dark, country roads is surprisingly okay with me. Colby tells me everything, but I never knew about his fight with Paulie until tonight. That leads me to believe that he realizes as much as I do what it means for us to take this next step in life hand-in-hand. He took me to the cemetery because he needed to make sure there wasn’t a ghost between us, and I get that.
Thanking him seems oddly inappropriate, but I can’t think of anything else to say, so I do what Colby does when the silence gets to be too much. I reach for the stereo, trying to find something that won’t make either of us go insane. The fact that he’s a country boy and I’m a pop/rock girl could be a deal breaker if not for the fact that we’re almost perfect in every other way.
“Just pick something, CB.” We’ve had this fight hundreds of times over the years, and I always wind up turning it to something he will enjoy because I know I’ll be treated to him singing along to the radio. After more surfing through channels, listening to each station for no more than three seconds, Colby bats my hand away from the buttons, reaching under the armrest for a CD. I try to see who it is, but he’s too quick for me.
Country may not be my thing, but I am a sucker for Tim McGraw, and that’s the disc Colby put in the system. When the rich voice starts singing about best friends, I look over to Colby and see him glancing at me out of the corner of his eye as he pays attention to his driving. Our fingers weave together on his knee as he starts singing along with the track and I have to fight back tears. I’ve listened to this song more times than I can count, but tonight is the first time I’ve stopped to appreciate the lyrics.
He pulls the car into the vacant lot, leaving the music playing as he rushes around to open my door. As soon as my feet are on the gravel drive, Colby pushes the door closed, drawing me into him. As we dance under a perfectly clear sky filled with millions of stars, Colby serenades me. Although they’re not his original lyrics, his voice is as smooth as glass as he sings about how we found each other without a minute to spare. Despite the fact that it took us so long to get to this point, I agree with him. Neither of us can understand why just yet, but there is a reason our path wound the way it did.
“Is it too soon for me to tell you that I love you?” he asks during the bridge. I look into his amber eyes and see the depth of his words. The words won’t form around the lump in my throat, so I simply lift myself onto my toes, softly kissing each corner of his mouth.
“No, because I’ve been waiting over three years to tell you,” I admit when I can speak. “I love you, Colby Davis, even if you are a moron sometimes.”
After the song finishes, Colby reaches in the backseat for a blanket and a soft-sided cooler. He tucks the blanket under his arm, leaving one hand free to hold me as we walk across the field. Being here, in the one place that has always made me feel safe, with Colby sitting beside me feels right. God, that sounds cliché, but it is.
This is the place my grandparents brought us on warm, summer afternoons so we could run free and watch the planes taking off from the airport below. Eventually, they would call us over to the shelter for lunch and they would take time to make each grandchild feel special. My grandfather was the one who instilled a need for college in all of us, saying there would be time to live, but if we couldn’t support ourselves, we would only be existing.
His words still ring true with me, but as I lie under a blanket of
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