Please note, the rest of Grace's perspective will be told from when her and Sam first met and it will move forward until it reaches the point at which she shared her last kiss with Sam. Hope you all enjoy!
Ramonna~
Ramonna~
Grace:
Waking up, I climb out of bed and race down the street and into Mason's, our local bakery. "Good morning James!" I smile and grab a blueberry muffin off the shelf before placing it at the checkout counter. "How are you this morning?"
"Good, and you Grace?"
"I got my own place last week." My grin grows brighter.
"Well that explains why you didn't show up here. You should have called, I could have helped you pack."
"I thought about it but I had it all taken care of. Didn't want to bother you."
"You wouldn't have been bothering me Grace. Next time you need help just call." I look at him for a moment and then slip out of his gaze only to find the clock.
"Oh! I've got to be heading out! I'm going to miss the sunrise! Visit sometime will you? 314 Hazel. That's the address! See you!" I say popping the remainder of the muffin into my mouth and hopping out onto the sidewalk.
Waking up, I climb out of bed and race down the street and into Mason's, our local bakery. "Good morning James!" I smile and grab a blueberry muffin off the shelf before placing it at the checkout counter. "How are you this morning?"
"Good, and you Grace?"
"I got my own place last week." My grin grows brighter.
"Well that explains why you didn't show up here. You should have called, I could have helped you pack."
"I thought about it but I had it all taken care of. Didn't want to bother you."
"You wouldn't have been bothering me Grace. Next time you need help just call." I look at him for a moment and then slip out of his gaze only to find the clock.
"Oh! I've got to be heading out! I'm going to miss the sunrise! Visit sometime will you? 314 Hazel. That's the address! See you!" I say popping the remainder of the muffin into my mouth and hopping out onto the sidewalk.
With my hair curled up into a bun, I prance down the pathways and dance around the bases of the trees that line the way. The fresh morning air fills my lungs giving me endless energy. As I run, the land becomes an uphill slope and soon, I'm amongst a field of bright, yellowing grass, faded from the rays of the summer sun. One lone tree stands in the center of the field, providing a gorgeous view of the roller coaster of valleys roaming in every direction. I sit down, with my back turned to the tree's trunk just in time to catch the first rays of sunshine waking up.
My body slowly begins to relax and I close my eyes and take everything in. A grunt from behind startles me. I swing around to see a young man standing behind me. A gasp leaps from my throat.
My body slowly begins to relax and I close my eyes and take everything in. A grunt from behind startles me. I swing around to see a young man standing behind me. A gasp leaps from my throat.
"Sorry." He says with a smirk and a mocking tone. "Did I frighten you?"
"Well, um," I stutter to get the words out. "Uh, yeah. Just... a bit."
"What are you doing all the way up here so early?"
"I could ask you the same."
"I asked you first."
I sigh. "Fine. I'm watching the sunrise. It's kind of a tradition. You?"
He smiles. "This is kinda my spot. I come here too." Like that wasn't obvious.
"But not on Sundays. I've been going to this same spot since I was a kid. I've never seen you before."
"I decided to change my day. Which means, that you are going to have to change." He explains by pointing his finger at me.
"Well, um," I stutter to get the words out. "Uh, yeah. Just... a bit."
"What are you doing all the way up here so early?"
"I could ask you the same."
"I asked you first."
I sigh. "Fine. I'm watching the sunrise. It's kind of a tradition. You?"
He smiles. "This is kinda my spot. I come here too." Like that wasn't obvious.
"But not on Sundays. I've been going to this same spot since I was a kid. I've never seen you before."
"I decided to change my day. Which means, that you are going to have to change." He explains by pointing his finger at me.
"Uh, no. This is my spot."
He crinkles his nose as if to think and then replies matter-of-factly, "No, mine."
"No, mine."
"How about this, it's ours."
"Uh, no!"
"That's fine. I'll just keep coming then. But just so you know, I'll have to make life miserable for you."
I throw my hands up in the air. "Whatever! It's ours!" Somehow I got the feeling he would make life with him much worse than it already was.
"That's more like it." Smiling, he plops himself down on my side of the tree.
"You know if you're trying to be charming, your not really doing a great job at it." He ignores me so I add, "You never told me your name."
"You never told me yours."
"I asked first."
"Sam." He responds proudly and then looks at me with waiting eyes.
I pause for a moment. "Grace." I finally say with an irritable edge. "My name is Grace."
He crinkles his nose as if to think and then replies matter-of-factly, "No, mine."
"No, mine."
"How about this, it's ours."
"Uh, no!"
"That's fine. I'll just keep coming then. But just so you know, I'll have to make life miserable for you."
I throw my hands up in the air. "Whatever! It's ours!" Somehow I got the feeling he would make life with him much worse than it already was.
"That's more like it." Smiling, he plops himself down on my side of the tree.
"You know if you're trying to be charming, your not really doing a great job at it." He ignores me so I add, "You never told me your name."
"You never told me yours."
"I asked first."
"Sam." He responds proudly and then looks at me with waiting eyes.
I pause for a moment. "Grace." I finally say with an irritable edge. "My name is Grace."
Eliza:
After planting a kiss on my lips James stands up. "I've got to be heading to work." He looks at me. "Do you want me to drive you back to the house?"
"That's okay." I reply. "I'll walk. It's just around the corner and it would be a nice change. Thanks though."
He smiles. "Alright. I'll see you later." Letting go of my hand he walks down the hill before getting into his car and driving away. After waving goodbye I walk over to the oak tree that stands alone on the hill. My fingers run over two initials carved into the tree. Funny, I think, I've never noticed this before. They look so... familiar. I laugh a little. How could they look familiar? Still though... I trace my fingers around the outline of the letters. Strange...
After planting a kiss on my lips James stands up. "I've got to be heading to work." He looks at me. "Do you want me to drive you back to the house?"
"That's okay." I reply. "I'll walk. It's just around the corner and it would be a nice change. Thanks though."
He smiles. "Alright. I'll see you later." Letting go of my hand he walks down the hill before getting into his car and driving away. After waving goodbye I walk over to the oak tree that stands alone on the hill. My fingers run over two initials carved into the tree. Funny, I think, I've never noticed this before. They look so... familiar. I laugh a little. How could they look familiar? Still though... I trace my fingers around the outline of the letters. Strange...
Sam:
Needing to clear my head, I walk out the door and get into my car. All I can think about is Grace. This isn't fair! To me or to Bianca. Grace is never going to come back and Bianca shouldn't have to love someone who still is in love with someone else. That thought drives me mad. I am not in love with Grace anymore! I'm... not... in... love... It progressively grows quieter in my head until it's down to a whisper. I'm not in love. But not in love with which one is the question.
I drive the car around the curvy roads along the bases of the hills. The scenery begins to clear my head a little so I continue on with not one thought to drive back. There's only one place to go; Our place.
When I arrive, a woman stands upon the hill at our spot. I walk over, not really caring. I just need to be there. I need to be the closest I can come to Grace. As soon as I am near the woman turns around. I almost jump back. Her golden down hair is pulled to the side in a gentle braid and her lips are almost pale enough to match her skin tone. None of this phases me. It's when I see her eyes that I make a connection. They're Grace's eyes.
She glances at me nervously. "Hello." She speaks slowly and carefully as if ready to make an escape at any moment. I don't blame her. I would run from me too if it was the other way around. "Hello." She speaks again. "Do I know you?"
Needing to clear my head, I walk out the door and get into my car. All I can think about is Grace. This isn't fair! To me or to Bianca. Grace is never going to come back and Bianca shouldn't have to love someone who still is in love with someone else. That thought drives me mad. I am not in love with Grace anymore! I'm... not... in... love... It progressively grows quieter in my head until it's down to a whisper. I'm not in love. But not in love with which one is the question.
I drive the car around the curvy roads along the bases of the hills. The scenery begins to clear my head a little so I continue on with not one thought to drive back. There's only one place to go; Our place.
When I arrive, a woman stands upon the hill at our spot. I walk over, not really caring. I just need to be there. I need to be the closest I can come to Grace. As soon as I am near the woman turns around. I almost jump back. Her golden down hair is pulled to the side in a gentle braid and her lips are almost pale enough to match her skin tone. None of this phases me. It's when I see her eyes that I make a connection. They're Grace's eyes.
She glances at me nervously. "Hello." She speaks slowly and carefully as if ready to make an escape at any moment. I don't blame her. I would run from me too if it was the other way around. "Hello." She speaks again. "Do I know you?"
I just stare. "I... don't know." She waits so I talk again, "I'm Sam by the way."
"Nice to meet you Sam." She doesn't sound like its nice.
"What's your name?"
She hesitates. "Eliza." She says finally, scrutinizing my face. Is there recognition there? No! I say firmly to myself.
"So, Eliza, what are you doing up here?"
"I come here sometimes in the mornings. What about you?"
"Just coming to check on my tree." I smile. It's easier than I thought it would be to talk to her.
She looks at me funny. "Is that your initial on the tree?"
Without even looking I reply, "Yeah. My girlfriend and I used to come up here all the time. We called it 'our spot'..." My eyes drift into a haze as I remember. I shake my head. "Sorry. I get kind of carried away when I think about her."
"That's alright. I think it's sweet." She smiles. A crooked smile. And all I can think about is Grace, even though I know it's not possible. So much for clearing my head...
"Nice to meet you Sam." She doesn't sound like its nice.
"What's your name?"
She hesitates. "Eliza." She says finally, scrutinizing my face. Is there recognition there? No! I say firmly to myself.
"So, Eliza, what are you doing up here?"
"I come here sometimes in the mornings. What about you?"
"Just coming to check on my tree." I smile. It's easier than I thought it would be to talk to her.
She looks at me funny. "Is that your initial on the tree?"
Without even looking I reply, "Yeah. My girlfriend and I used to come up here all the time. We called it 'our spot'..." My eyes drift into a haze as I remember. I shake my head. "Sorry. I get kind of carried away when I think about her."
"That's alright. I think it's sweet." She smiles. A crooked smile. And all I can think about is Grace, even though I know it's not possible. So much for clearing my head...
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