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Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Kayleigh's Point Of View
Things were starting to make progress. She was smiling almost all
the time, something she rarely did. Her coworkers even took notice
of the difference in her attitude and appearance. She had started
to dress nicer, less grungy, and was wearing make up everyday. She
actually cared about her appearance for once in her life; she tried
hard to better herself.
She and Nick had talked and decided that they would start off by
being friends and then progress from there. She was starting to get
addicted in a way. She loved Gavin, and she loved the time she got
to spend with Nick. She couldn't explain how she felt for him. She
was attracted to him yes, but it ran deeper than that.
She straightened the papers on her desk. It was almost five. She
was supposed to meet Nick at six-thirty at the park. She'd had a
long day. There were tons of children in and out of the clinic all
morning long, most with just common colds, and couple more severe.
She loved her job, but it grew tiresome after awhile.
She had spent almost every day this week with Nick. Not that she was
complaining. Gavin seemed to be letting her grow closer to him
everyday. He had the same defenses his father had, even if he was
still a child. She knew what it was like to be hurt. She wanted to
pour out her soul to Nick and tell him all of the horrible things
she had been through, but something was holding her back. She still
didn't trust him as much as she wanted to. He would have to earn hat
trust, she couldn't just hand it to him.
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
One Week Later