I didn't go to sleep until three in the morning. I spent half the night talking with Sarah. Then it happened. She said those three words. "I love you." I did not respond. My mind flashed back to our accident. Sarah sighed before we hung up. As I was getting tired, I told her how much I enjoyed talking to her. Sarah ohed and smiled. After we hung up, I stumbled to my bed. I sighed and lay down. As I swallowed, I had another thought about the accident. I wondered who killed Rebecca.
When I awoke, I was moaning. I still had my eyes shut. I opened my eyes when I heard sounds outside. I stepped out of bed and approached the window. Bradley was speaking to someone when I slid the curtains to the side.
I noticed Sarah as soon as I left the apartment. Sarah smiled and I asked "What are you doing here?" She shrugged, "I live here." I just frowned, confused. "What do you mean?" Sarah asked, "You didn't know?" I shook my head.
"I'm two floors down from you."
"I've never noticed."
I asked Sarah if we could hang out, and she sighed. We visited the park together since I told her I didn't mind. We talked as we walked along the path. Sarah told me that she had many ups and downs in her life. It was only after she told me that she turned to God. I listened as I walked. Sarah also says she was glad to have found God.
I was still hesitant to talk about Rehecca's death despite her death. Sarah asked if I believed in God. Sarah asked if I had ever accepted Christ. As I sighed, I told her that I wasn't sure. She asked why, but I didn't reply.
"She asked if you believed in God?"
My head shook, "Yep."
Bradley poured some tea into his glass. He then poured some into mine. "Why did she think she needed to ask you that?" I shrugged, "I don't know, time will tell."
Bradley never knew who God was. At least that's what I thought. Bradley's stepmother was a catholic when he was growing up. He doesn't have a religious background. However, it is the truth. When I lost Rebecca, I kinda lost my faith. My mother is a Christian, as is my father. I was baptized again when I turned sixteen. However, I began to blame God for taking away someone I cared about. As a result, I blamed Rebecca's death on God.
I lost my father when I was very young. I was six years old at the time. I had a close relationship with him. Prior to his death, I adored him. He always had a smile on his face. He had always loved me, and that made him a father. But, eventually, he stopped being happy. My mother went into the bedroom and found him hanging.
Then I thought God would help me overcome the pain I was experiencing. But as I continued to live my life, it seemed that everyone I cared about just died. My father, then Rebecca. They were both very dear to me. Now who? Bradley? My mom? I couldn't even say goodbye to them. My dad and Rebecca both passed away too young.
Is it ever going to be my turn to meet your parents?" Sarah enquired.
"My father is no longer alive," I sighed.
Sarah shook her head and felt sorry for me. "I'm sorry." I shrugged, "It's fine." Sarah and I were in this fancy restaurant. Even though I still can't comprehend the fact that she's only two floors down from Bradley and me, I walked Sarah to her apartment. Before Sarah turned the doorknob, she turned facing me. "I, I'm sorry, but.." I interrupted, "What?" Sarah shrugged, "I'm sorry, it's just, I was previously in a relationship and it didn't go well for me." I understood, "It didn't go well?" Sarah chuckled, "Yeah. I mean, you're the first person who's ever made me you know, made me feel like I'm safe." I understood once again. "Okay, well see you around."
The door is opened by Sarah. As soon as she entered her apartment, I stopped her. "Sarah?" I asked. As soon as she turned, I kissed her. The instant spark was back. We looked into each other's eyes. "I love you," she whispered softly. "I love you, too." It was the first time I had ever told Sarah I loved her, and I was starting to get over Rebecca. Once again, we kissed, and it was love at first sight.