Forrest novel Chapter 33

MEGAN

I REMEMBERED Forrest fluttery kissing my forehead like a butterfly feather and whispered that he had to go. I didn’t know what time he left, but I felt confident that he would keep his words.

When I went down, Mom was already ready for work. “Forrest left already.”

I halted in the middle of the stairs, feeling my cheeks flared. I was mortified that Mom knew that Forrest visited me last night.

Mom smiled. “No need to feel embarrassed. I knew Forrest would come. He asked where were you staying and he didn’t give me any choice not to give him the address. You know that I have a soft spot for that guy. When he told me he was waiting for you at your apartment yesterday, and you didn’t go there, I felt bad.”

“He could be lying,” I defended myself.

“That man doesn’t lie, Meggie. That’s his strong suit. He chose to stop talking than to lie. And I like him.”

“I’m sorry, Mom.” I walked down toward her. “I should have not let him in, but I know he won’t stop knocking until he got what he came for. I’m afraid he’d wake you up or worse our neighbors.” My reason was not convincing. I just felt mortified that we might disrupt her sleep during our well, very eventful night.

“If things between you two have sorted out, I have no problem. You both are adults, and remember what I told you to go out on a date? I’m just glad you followed my advice.”

“Yeah, but what happens between me and Forrest isn’t really planned, and we are not dating.”

“Baby steps, honey. Let’s go. We still have to stop by the flower shop.”

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My heart pounded in my chest as we entered the cemetery. For the first time in five years, I was going to see him again. My world seemed to spin, and I felt the chill running down my spine while I was tightly gripping the flowers we bought earlier, but I was not taking any chances.

I felt Mom was squeezing my arm in encouragement. I blew a breath and nodded in determination. It was now or nothing. I had to face my regrets, my grief, and my fear once and for all.

“It’s okay to feel terrified.”

“I know.” I nodded vigorously.

I still remembered the tree to my left where I ran to and broke down under after the casket had rolled down.

We were getting closer to his grave, and my heart wouldn’t stop pounding, yet my stomach was twisting.

“A few more steps, Meggie. You can do it.” Mom was rubbing my arm.

“This is it.” My steps slowed and slowed, feeling my knees wobbled, but I put all the courage and strength together, and I kept reminding myself that I couldn’t return the time to stop the inevitable.

My lungs expanded, and I smiled down in relief when I was already looking down at his name engraved on the plate.

“You did it, Meggie,” Mom whispered.

“I made it, Mom!” I gushed, wiped my tears dry, and pulled Mom into a hug.

“You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for, Meggie. I am so proud of you.”