My Recycled Soul (A Sample)

I cry because he said he would never let me go.

I cry because I did not want him to let me go.

I cry because there was the possibility he would let me go.

My sadness is not the same hopeless sorrow I felt moving to Ireland. It is different. It hurts more.

He holds onto me until my sobs stop, and then he lifts me. Tenderly he turns me around toward him, holding me close to his chest.

After a while, he moves away from me slowly and he whispers, "I am so sorry."

" You're sorry for what?" I ask frowning, still sniffing. I feel immensely embarrassed for displaying my feelings so openly. Usually, I am excellent at hiding my deepest emotions.

" You are going to have to get used to Sarah. We are friends, but she is always going to try, I suppose until she finds her one true love." I look up at him and he smiles my smile. "I don't know how I am going to convince you that I am so very over her. I honestly am giving you all of me. I want you so much it keeps me awake at night. I have exposed my soul to you, I have told you that my heart belongs to you, I have even told you that I…"

I interrupt him, feeling an urgent need to explain, "I am so sorry. Sorry for over-reacting. When you said you could see through my pretences, I felt totally exposed. No one has ever been able to do that, not even my mom. I believed you could actually see the real me, how I really feel and now I have spoiled a perfect day."

Smiling affectionately, he says softly, "No. You could never spoil a perfect day, 'cause every day with you in it, is perfect." He draws me closer to him and standing there in the hall of his parent's home, he kisses me softly on my lips.

I hear someone coming down the stairs and I move my hands, pushing urgently against his chest.

He moves away from me slowly, his eyes dreamy green again, as he asks amused, "Worried?"

" No." I laugh warily. However, I do sigh with relief when I see Aaron across the big spacious hall. He is looking at us, still half-asleep, and then he disappears deeper into the house.

" Come. Let's get breakfast." He wraps his hand around mine as he turns away from me, and leads me past the impressive circular staircase down a wide passage toward a bright kitchen.

In the kitchen, he pulls a chair from the kitchen island, and I sit down on it. He looks comfortable as he starts to fry eggs and bacon, makes toast and opens a tin of baked beans.