About Tomorrow...

I close my eyes as I hear him speak. I take one very long and deep breath hoping to calm the immediate butterflies that take flight in my stomach and hope to slow down the racing of my heart. The voice was slightly deeper but the timbre was one that was achingly familiar.My actions did little to help, but then who was I kidding? A deep breath wasnt going to fix the effect he had on me and my bodys inevitable reaction. Even the memories that would forever haunt me couldnt keep my emotions from triggering at the nearness of him once again.I used to pray that Id find the strength to move on from him, from the pain that the end carried, from the emptiness in my chest, but ultimately move on fromthe loss of Creed Sullivan and the death of his sister, Cora.The Sullivans had been the best part of my summers in New England.Deep down, I always knew my ache for all that I had lost was the reason I returned...But I hadnt...