Free Forever Yours (#4) by Deila Longford Page B

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explain?” My heart melts at Dalton’s words, and I shoot my uncle a darting
look. George rolls his eyes, and then he nods and makes a hand gesture for us to
enter the house. Dalton and I slide into the house, and Dalton tries to lead me
into the lounge. I fight against him, and I look up at him.
    “I’m gonna pack. You talk to my uncle, okay?” Dalton smiles at me, and he
leans in places a soft kiss onto my forehead. My legs start to shake from his
touch, but I manage to compose myself as he pulls away. He brushes past me,
and I watch until he is out of sight. I focus my ears on the lounge; I can hear my
uncle offering Dalton a beer. He politely refuses, and then he crashes down onto
the sofa. I shake my head as my uncle begins to interrogate Dalton. I climb the
stairs and I walk across the landing towards my room. I push open the door, and
I smile when I see pebbles sleeping on my bed. I fly over to her, and I stroke the
top of my cats head. Her bright green eyes widen at my touch, and she begins to
gently purr. I scan my room, and I force myself to start packing. I kneel onto the
floor and I pull my old suitcase out from under my bed. I set the suitcase to one
side, and I search under my bed again. I extend my arm as far as it can reach,
and I laugh when I feel the old shoebox. I slide it out and I thrust it open. My
eyes fill with water when I see the black sweater. I lift it out of the box; the
fabric is still as soft as I remember. I hold the sweater close to my face, and I
inhale the scent. My eyes close and I recognise the smell –the fabric smells like
Dalton. His strong cologne is soaked into the sweater, and as I hold the clothing
next to my face, I have a flashback of him. My eyes close and there he is. I
remember sitting on the swings. I was with my mom; she was talking to her
friend. It was cold; I can remember him as he walked towards me. He was like a
movie star, and I remember thinking that he looked like Leonardo Dicaprio. I
smile at my memories, as I continue to remember. He sat next to me on the
swings, and he asked me about my life. He called me ‘little lady’ and I can
remember that he made me feel special. He was like no one that I had ever seen
before. He didn’t seem real. I held onto the sweater as a reminder of him. I
remember curling up my bed as a child, and dreaming of him. I move the fabric
closer to my nose, and I inhale another gulp of the scent. Why did I forget about
him? My mind completely erased our first meeting, and why I am remembering
now? That question is unanswerable. I just need to accept that I forgot about
Dalton, and move on. I am lucky that I met him. He changed me forever, and I
am going to love him for an eternity.
    I have packed the contents of my closet into a single suitcase. My overnight bag
is filled with my possessions. I didn’t know what to bring with me –I have a lot
of junk in my room. But with my lighting speed and HD vision, I managed to
search the entirety of my room really quickly. A lot of my stiff is worthless and
junk, but I have packed the things that matter most to me. I have packed my
photo album of when I was a kid. My diary and a few CDs that Rachel gave me,
when she was a kid. All in all, I have crammed my life into a suitcase and an
overnight bag. I have said my goodbyes to pebbles, and as I stand in the
doorjamb of my room, I take one last look. My eyes fill with water, but I hold
back my tears. I am not going to let myself break down. It’s not fair for Dalton
to see me like that. He would only end up feeling guilty, and I couldn’t handle
that. Although I am sad about leaving, I know it’s the right thing to do. I chose
to be a vampire; I chose to be with Dalton. From the first moment that I laid
eyes on him, I knew that he was what I wanted. He makes me feel safe and
secure when he holds me tight. His soft kisses send tingles throughout my entire
body. I wake up every day just to be with him. He is my world, and I would
rather die