I missed Blake. I missed what I had when I was with him. School wasn’t right. Everyone was glad I was home. Everyone, but me.

It’s not over Aea. That one statement kept repeating over and over in my head. I didn’t know where it came from, or who had said it. It was just there.

I had good teachers, friends in every class, and not alot of homework. Blake had taught me well. I used lotion constantly. I hated my callased hands; they were hideous.

During lunch I went out. I drove for a bit, thinking of what to do. Finally, I parked and opened my mind. Blake.. Where are you?

What do you want from me Aea?

I miss you Blake. You dissapeared again.

It’s what you wanted. There was hurt in his voice.

I wanted to go home.. Not you to leave me alone. I told him.

I’ll be there tonight. Okay Aea? I don’t know when, but I’ll try. And I won’t stay long. Then he was gone. I drove back to school with a stupid smile on my face.

Tonight is the night. I’ll tell him I love him.