10,000 Miles by Raine_Szmanda1 [Reviews - 2]
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In a book- in a box- in the closet
In a line- in a song I once heard
In a moment on a front porch late one june
In a breath inside a whisper beneath the mooon

There it was at the tip of my fingers
There it was on the tip of my tounge
There you were and I had never been that far
There it was the whole world wrapped inside my arms
And I let it all slip away

What do I do now that you're gone
No back up plan no second chance
And no one else to blame
All I can hear in the silence that remains
Are the words I couldnt say

Nick tried to move on as best as he could with his life, he knew that he had hurt Greg deeply, but he was hurt just as bad, after a month and no word from Greg he was still baffled as to how he could leave him like that. He attended his own university and made a couple new friends he knew that a few of his friends were interested in him for more than friendship, but he just felt too dead emotionally. No one had affected him like Greg had, he picked up the phone many times to call his parents and ask for the phone number to call him but he hung up on the first ring.

“This is bullshit”

He slammed down the phone for the 6th time that day, he turned on his computer to do a chemistry assignment and his heart stopped as he saw the one person he was trying to avoid sign into msn. His fingers shook as he clicked on his name.

GREG: Hey Nick, how are things? I’m in my dorm now, I was staying at a friends house for a while before I actually came to the university, I kinda promised her I’d go visit, Just got the net now.
NICK: Things are going good here I guess

He couldn’t help feel the pang in his heart as he realized that Greg could have stayed longer in Dallas instead he promised a friend he’d go visit, he tried not to get bitter.

GREG: I miss you
GREG: Well I gotta go Nick, talk to you later

Nick signed off of msn, feeling more empty than he had since Greg left his life, he got up off the computer and decided to go for a walk, walking usually helped him clear his mind, he was angry, and frustrated, and he hated Greg at that moment, he hated to admit it, but he really did hate him. He went back home and fell asleep and woke up to a email in his inbox from Greg. He had to be at school in 40 minutes so he decided that he was just going to leave it till he got home to read it. Or if he could get a moment to sneak away from his friends and hit up the computer lab at the university. He picked up his best friend Warrick at his house and drove the 20 minutes in silence.

“You okay man? You seem extra out of it today?”

“Yeah, I’m alright, just tired, didn’t sleep last night and I forgot to do my chemistry assignment”

“We could always skip, finish the assignment in the lab and slip it under Professor Kieran’s door later today, cause guess what, I didn’t finish the assignment either, you know me I procrastinate like their is always a tomorrow”

“Yeah, the day you finish an assignment on time will be the day that hell has officially frozen over.”

“You have no faith in me Nicky my boy, you’ll see one day I’ll surprise you”

Nick laughed, it felt more like a grimace than anything, but hoped that it passed Warrick’s suspicions he was wondering about the email that Greg had sent him, he wanted to read it badly, he knew that nothing good would probably come out of it, depression would probably just come in response to reading it, but he decided that when him and Warrick got to the computer lab he’d check his email.

Warrick looked sideways at Nick, they’d been best friends since before they both could walk, and he knew that something was obviously eating him up inside. Nick had never admitted to him that him and Greg were together, but he knew the difference, and it was proven a fact the day that Greg left, Nick never looked more alone in the world, And that look was back. So obviously whatever was wrong with Nick had to do with Greg.

They arrived at the computer lab after being stopped several times to talk, and to confirm that yes, they were skipping Professor Kieran’s class. Most being surprised that Nick the teachers pet was actually considering such a thing. They sat down at two computers in the back of the room and logged in and Nick immediately opened his email, saw the one from Greg. It said “I Miss You”. His heart started to beat a little faster, and he shrugged and with shaking fingers opened the email.

Date: Fri, 24 October 2006 20:40:38
From:"Greg Sanders"
Subject: I miss you (it's Greg)

Hey Nick,

How are you doing? Hope everything is going well for you, I have no real reason to email you, and I’m really not sure that you even want to talk to me, it sure didn’t seem like it the last time we spoke, but I’m not going to give up on you. We haven’t talked this last month and god I miss you, I can see you probably rolling your eyes and thinking that it’s my own fault that I miss you. And technically it is, and I take the fault for it, but it doesn’t stop the fact that I miss you.

How are your psych appointments going? Are you still going to them? I hope they’re not causing you to become even more depressed. You know I’ll be there for you if they don’t help. As long as I have a mouth to talk to you with, and fingers to type with; Which reminds me, I bought a microphone and a webcam recently, I know you have both, you mind if we have a video conversation when we talk next? I just miss your voice so much. Anyhow, I have to get to working on a project. I love you.

Yours, Greg

You waved your hand and it was done
So let it be and there it was
A mountain, so high, it broke through, the sky
A canyon, so deep, it'll bring a man to his knees

I've said some things I shouldn't have
Tried everything to win you back
I'm human, I messed up, are you gone?, Are we done?
Forgiveness, another chance, that's all I want, it's in your hands

I've seen what you can do
I've seen you make miracles and hopeless dreams come true
You've made the heavens and the stars
Everything, come on how hard
Could it be, To make you love me?
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