Her Eternal Love

She refuses to let go
Courtesy PTSD Perspectives

She walked through the corridor slowly. David was arguing with some seniors. He knew which celebrity would be starring in which television series, which of them had broken up and the other ins and outs of the celebrity business. He caught her glance, dropped
whatever he was fighting for and she knew his eyes were following her. David was a nice guy, she thought. It was her first day at St. Mary's elementary school when she'd met him first.

"Let's all welcome Samantha to our class, she's from Florida", she opened her right arm which she willingly took for a welcome gesture. She found two empty second row seats overlooking the football pitch and settled in. Everyone was seated in pairs and she wasn't, not that this bothered her a bit. He showed up at the door when the physics class was halfway through, their teacher rolled her eyes as if she was accustomed to him being late. He only smiled and walked in coolly. He sat beside her and offered a weak "Hello", she replied with an even weaker one.

"So where did you move from?", he asked, obviously trying to stir up a conversation.
"Ma'am Natalie told everyone that."
"Sorry, I um.. got late, you know", he replied nervously.
"Try coming earlier then," and her eyes drifted to the football pitch.
He was definitely startled, but managed to say, "Okay, but let me show you to the chemistry lab anyway."

She eventually answered his question and he was all smiles.
"Samantha? That's such a nice name. Can I call you Sam?"
"No", and there was that startled face again.
She stopped his advances for a week and finally he got blunt. He wanted to go to the movies with her over the weekend. Her answer was still no.

Mitchell was standing by the chemistry lab, fidgeting with Sydney's jet black hair. She had spent much of her energies trying to shake off those too, they were even more consistent than David, who gave up after two weeks. "We hear you wouldn't let poor David get anywhere near?", they had said almost in unison.
"So?"
"He's so cute, anyone would fall for his dimples", they protested. He always chose the lighter colors for his jeans and a hoodie that would always match. The babyish features and his attire, she knew the girls' definition of cute. Only one was cute to her.
"Well, I'm different. Why don't you two trying falling then?"
"We're very different too", they smiled, gave her an all over look and winked at each other. "You see, we're different too. We two are always hanging out and stuff. So, if you decide that guys aren't your thing too, you can always come on over. We're a couple, but we'd gladly welcome a third."
She wanted to puke, this was sick. "I do have a boyfriend. In fact, we even live together" and the looks on their faces said it all. Everyone gave her curious looks the next day, but she didn't care. She had him. He was all she needed.

She sighed, it was so good to get a break from school. She wouldn't have to worry about all these stupid people. She could spend all her time with him, her beloved.
She walked to her home, dropped her bag and went to her room. There he was, gently propped up against the pillows, looking as beautiful as ever. She hugged him. Her teddy was her mother's last gift after all.

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