Midnight Swim

"Really though, the woods at night. Alone?"
"Yeah, why not? It's a really good place to think. It's peaceful."
"Either way, that can't be safe."
"It's fine."
"All I'm sayin' is that someday that's gonna be your downfall."
"Carmen, Don't be so paranoid."
Those were the last words I heard her say. Something much more interesting had caught my attention. Well actually, it was more of a 'who' than a 'what'. It was a 'he'. He was tall, a little over 6' 1''. His straight blondish-brown hair fell midway between his chin and his shoulders. His back was turned to me but I still felt that he knew I was there. I must have been right. He turned quickly and his eyes locked on mine. They were a cold, steel-blue but held a gentle expression. I figured he must have been new in town. I had definitely never seen him before. However, I felt connected to him, almost like I already knew him. He smiled and I felt my face grow hot.
As intriguing as he was, I told myself I wasn't going to be with anybody for a very long time. Not since my boyfriend two years ago. His name was Heath, Heath Winnerd. We had been dating for three years. He was the most amazing guy. We knew that we would always be together. Until that night. It was a hot, summer night, late July. We decided to go for a swim in the lake. We dove off the pier like we had so many times before. I jumped first, he followed instantly. I heard him hit the water. The problem came when I surfaced. I looked around, Heath was gone. I waited for a moment but he never came back up. That's when I noticed it. The moon-lit water had adopted a reddish pallor. I swam back to the pier and pulled myself up. I looked around again almost wishing that I wouldn't find him. I didn't want to find him. I knew what had happened.
"Carmen, are you there?" Amy's voice penetrated my thoughts. "Are you coming?"
"Yeah, to the library. You said you would help me study for history."
"Right, lets go." I got up, threw my purse over my shoulder and walked to the door. I felt the boy's gaze on me as I passed him. Quickly, Amy scampered out behind me.
The library, as I had expected, was extremely boring. Amy spent half an hour looking up the life story of General Robert E. Lee. I was sitting in the puffy red chair, gazing out the window.  My thoughts kept drifting to the boy in the café , and Heath. I don't know what it it, I couldn't think about him without Heath making his way in. I mean yeah, I love Heath and I always will, but since his...accident, I've never really seen another guy until the boy in the café.
"Alright, I'm done." Amy sat down on the floor between my chair and the window. She looked up at me with large blue eyes. She looked a little like a sad puppy. "Carmen, are you okay?"
I nodded. "Did you see that guy, the one in the café?"
"The smokin' hot blonde one with the cute red-headed friend? Yeah, I saw him." a slightly dirty smile spread across her lips.
That made me laugh. She had such a way with words. "Yeah, that one."
"What about him? You know he was totally checking you out."
"Amy, stop." I glared at her then turned my gaze back towards the window. "Nothing's going to happen."
Her smile diminished a little. The words she was about to say I'd already heard countless times. "Carmen," she said,"You have to get over this. It was an accident. How can you expect to be happy if you can't let go of the past?"
I turned my face away as I felt my eyes well up. I knew it wasn't healthy to hold on to the past. I also know that I can't forget about Heath. I love him and his memories are all I have left. "You know I can't do that." I mumbled.
"Listen, I know it's hard, but-"
"You have no idea!" I snapped. "You listen to me. You weren't there, you didn't see him. You have no idea what it feels like. I'm tired of being patronized! I wish everyone would just stop trying to get me to move on!" I lowered my voice when I saw the librarian behind the desk glaring at me. I stood up and paced back and forth beside the chair. Amy's lip was quivering and she looked as though she had just been slapped in the face. After a few paces I sank back into the chair and buried my face in my hands. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I shouldn't have yelled."

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