29 year old Sarah Collins is still hurting over something that happened almost 4 years ago.
When David Morris, the person she blames for it all shows up back in her life, she is forced to try and forgive and move on.
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I sit down in the break room when I have a break from patients. My ankle has been aching a little. Luckily, I don't really stand on my feet a lot when I am cleaning teeth, but I still need a little relief.
I take a look at my ankle. It doesn't look swollen or as bruised as it did yesterday. I try and massage it a little to relieve a little of the pain.
I close my eyes as I try to feel around for the place that relaxed me last night when David was massaging it.
I remember his large, but gentle hands softly release some of the tension that was in my ankle.
I don't know why, but lately, every touch I receive from him is soothing, familiar, and welcomed. It stirs a feeling in me I haven't felt in awhile.
I shake off my thoughts.
I stand up to get my 3rd extra cup of coffee of the day. I am so tired.
I did not sleep well last night. I twisted and turned for the first few hours. I don't really know why exactly.
I think because of David. We were having a good time last night and I feel like I ruined it when I snapped at him about the dating thing.
I am just tired of people trying to convince me that I would be happy if I found someone else. It's like they want me to replace James.
I know that's not true. It's just how I feel.
I'm also worried about David. I am beginning to care about him. I like the way he makes me feel when I am around him. He makes me feel calm, young, and cheerful. He makes me feel a little like the old me, the one I was when James was alive.
I am just afraid that one little thing will set him off and he will spiral. And I know what he does when he spirals.
Both JJ and I are getting attached. I'm getting used to having him in our lives. Maybe it's selfish of me, but I would hate for him to jeopardize it.
I know I need to ease up on him a bit. I think I'm guarded. I have been for so long though, I don't know how to disarm it.
I take a drink of my coffee and breathe a sigh of relief. The welcoming taste wakes me up almost instantly.
As I continue to drink my coffee I see a familiar face walk by. This time I actually recognize him.
"Dr. Spears." I say loud enough to get his attention.
His pearly white smile appears instantly.
There's no denying he is handsome. His fluffy brown hair looks like it would be soft and smooth, regardless of the light curls on the top of his head. His green eyes, although piercing, show kindness.
