Homecoming - Chapter 41
Saturday
Matt
“Matt?”
A part of me still felt like I was chasing a ghost. But that was her voice. Brooklyn’s voice. I never thought I’d ever hear her voice again.
“Matt?” she said again, and this time there was a little fear in her voice. It reminded me of the first time I’d met her in here. I hadn’t meant to scare her back then. I’d just…wanted her alone. I’d wanted her all to myself. I’d wanted to know that I wasn’t too late to have her first kiss.
I felt the tears sliding down my cheeks.
This wasn’t real.
This couldn’t be real.
It was like I was back in time when I reached out and my fingers touched her skin.
Her exhale was sharp.
She felt it too, right? That it felt like a million years had passed, yet no time at all?
There was the same electricity between us.
And I was suddenly that same boy I was in high school.
Standing in the darkness with the girl I was completely infatuated with.
And there were thoughts running through my head, but I couldn’t focus on any of them.
The only thing that mattered was that she was here.
She was breathing. Brooklyn was alive. And nothing had changed. Because she was still mine.
“Matt,” her voice cracked.
How many times had she said my name just like that? With that same pain? I knew there’d be tears on her cheeks before I even touched the wetness with my fingertips. It had been 16 years, but I still knew her. I knew when she needed me. I’d really fucking needed her too.