asks.
“Yes, Mrs. Anderson. My parent's names are Eva and Samuel Madsen. I just want to ask you a few questions. I don't want any trouble.”
“What do you want to know?” Mrs. Anderson asks as her short gray and white hair blows in the wind.
“Well,” Andrew stutters. “I was just wondering if you knew them personally?”
Mrs. Anderson shakes her head. “No, I don't. They were very close to our family, though. The Madsen name has been passed down in my family as safe creatures of the night.”
“What does that mean?” Andrew asks.
“It means we can trust your family. My kind isn't fond of your kind, but your family is an exception.”
“Do you know if my parents are still alive?” Andrew clears his throat.
Mrs. Anderson tilts her head in confusion. “They are still alive. That's all I know.”
Andrew looks like he's in shock. My eyes hit the ground. “My parents are definitely still alive,” he whispers to himself.
“Yes, Mr. Madsen,” Mrs. Anderson announces. “I should be going.”
“Thank you, ma'am,” Andrew says.
Mrs. Anderson nods her head, and walks away silently.
Andrew's parents are still alive. “Are you okay?” I ask him.
Andrew's eyes lock on mine. “Yes, love, I am fine. I'm just confused. My parents are still alive.”
“That's good, isn't it?” I ask.
“Yes, but why haven't they come for us? It just doesn't make sense. They said they would, and...” Andrew stops talking.
“They will come,” I say with optimism.
“I have prayed for them to come for decades now. I don't think they're going to come for us,” Andrew whispers.
“Baby, they will come.”
Andrew just shakes his head and lets out a sigh. “Let's get you home, my love.”
Chapter 9
The Ex
Dear Diary,
My heart is aching for Andrew. His parents have been alive his whole existence and they haven't even tried to find him. I can't say I understand what he's going through, because I truly don't, but I have a good idea.
Every day I still feel something missing in my heart. Something still isn't right. Don't get me wrong, Andrew helps my depression and he dug me out of the hole I put myself into, but it feels like something is out of place in my heart. It isn't whole.
My stormy days have passed me, but now I still feel the sprinkling of the rain on my face. What is it? What is missing? What is lost?
Love, Nina
* * * *
I look over at Andrew, and he's sound asleep. The sunlight peaks it's way through his bedroom window. The sun is almost at its highest. From a distance, I look out the window and see the bright green grass shining, and the tree leaves are blowing in the wind.
“Good morning, my love,” I hear a faint whisper beside me.
I turn to face the love of my life and smile. “It's nice waking up to your face in the morning.”
“You took the words right out of my mouth, beautiful, sweet, lady,” Andrew smiles as he comes closer to me, and kisses me gently on my lips. His kiss leaves me speechless with butterflies flying around in my stomach. I feel my face get warm and I start to blush. “I love you so much,” Andrew murmurs in my ear.
“Yes, Mrs. Anderson. My parent's names are Eva and Samuel Madsen. I just want to ask you a few questions. I don't want any trouble.”
“What do you want to know?” Mrs. Anderson asks as her short gray and white hair blows in the wind.
“Well,” Andrew stutters. “I was just wondering if you knew them personally?”
Mrs. Anderson shakes her head. “No, I don't. They were very close to our family, though. The Madsen name has been passed down in my family as safe creatures of the night.”
“What does that mean?” Andrew asks.
“It means we can trust your family. My kind isn't fond of your kind, but your family is an exception.”
“Do you know if my parents are still alive?” Andrew clears his throat.
Mrs. Anderson tilts her head in confusion. “They are still alive. That's all I know.”
Andrew looks like he's in shock. My eyes hit the ground. “My parents are definitely still alive,” he whispers to himself.
“Yes, Mr. Madsen,” Mrs. Anderson announces. “I should be going.”
“Thank you, ma'am,” Andrew says.
Mrs. Anderson nods her head, and walks away silently.
Andrew's parents are still alive. “Are you okay?” I ask him.
Andrew's eyes lock on mine. “Yes, love, I am fine. I'm just confused. My parents are still alive.”
“That's good, isn't it?” I ask.
“Yes, but why haven't they come for us? It just doesn't make sense. They said they would, and...” Andrew stops talking.
“They will come,” I say with optimism.
“I have prayed for them to come for decades now. I don't think they're going to come for us,” Andrew whispers.
“Baby, they will come.”
Andrew just shakes his head and lets out a sigh. “Let's get you home, my love.”
Chapter 9
The Ex
Dear Diary,
My heart is aching for Andrew. His parents have been alive his whole existence and they haven't even tried to find him. I can't say I understand what he's going through, because I truly don't, but I have a good idea.
Every day I still feel something missing in my heart. Something still isn't right. Don't get me wrong, Andrew helps my depression and he dug me out of the hole I put myself into, but it feels like something is out of place in my heart. It isn't whole.
My stormy days have passed me, but now I still feel the sprinkling of the rain on my face. What is it? What is missing? What is lost?
Love, Nina
* * * *
I look over at Andrew, and he's sound asleep. The sunlight peaks it's way through his bedroom window. The sun is almost at its highest. From a distance, I look out the window and see the bright green grass shining, and the tree leaves are blowing in the wind.
“Good morning, my love,” I hear a faint whisper beside me.
I turn to face the love of my life and smile. “It's nice waking up to your face in the morning.”
“You took the words right out of my mouth, beautiful, sweet, lady,” Andrew smiles as he comes closer to me, and kisses me gently on my lips. His kiss leaves me speechless with butterflies flying around in my stomach. I feel my face get warm and I start to blush. “I love you so much,” Andrew murmurs in my ear.
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