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If Only We

by Jessica Sankiewicz

Copyright 2013 Jessica Sankiewicz

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Original cover design by Marie Landry

Full cover design by Racquel Kechagias

Table of Contents


Chapter One - Saturday afternoon, August 22nd

Chapter Two - Saturday evening, August 22nd

Chapter Three - Saturday morning, June 2nd

Chapter Four - Saturday afternoon, June 2nd

Chapter Five - Saturday afternoon, June 2nd

Chapter Six - Sunday, June 3rd

Chapter Seven - Monday, June 4th

Chapter Eight - Tuesday, June 5th

Chapter Nine - Wednesday, June 6th

Chapter Ten - Friday, June 8th

Chapter Eleven - Saturday, June 9th

Chapter Twelve - Monday, June 11th

Chapter Thirteen - Wednesday, June 13th

Chapter Fourteen - Saturday, June 16th

Chapter Fifteen - Tuesday, June 19th

Chapter Sixteen - Wednesday, June 20th

Chapter Seventeen - Wednesday, June 27th

Chapter Eighteen - Saturday, June 30th

Chapter Nineteen - Friday, July 6th

Chapter Twenty - Saturday, July 7th

Chapter Twenty-one - Sunday, July 8th

Chapter Twenty-two - Friday, July 13th

Chapter Twenty-three - Saturday July 21st

Chapter Twenty-four - Saturday, July 28th

Chapter Twenty-five - Wednesday, August 1st

Chapter Twenty-six - Friday, August 3rd

Chapter Twenty-seven - Saturday morning, August 4th

Chapter Twenty-eight - Saturday evening, August 4th

Chapter Twenty-nine - Monday, August 6th

Chapter Thirty - Friday, August 10th

Chapter Thirty-one - Saturday, August 11th

Chapter Thirty-two -Wednesday, August 15th

Chapter Thirty-three - Monday, August 20th

Chapter Thirty-four - Friday, August 24th

Chapter Thirty-five - Saturday, August 25th

Chapter Thirty-six - Sunday, August 26th

Chapter Thirty-seven - Friday, August 31st

Chapter Thirty-eight - Saturday, September 1st

Chapter Thirty-nine - Monday, September 3rd

Chapter Forty - Thursday, September 6th

Chapter Forty-one - Friday afternoon, September 7th

Chapter Forty-two - Friday evening, September 7th

Epilogue - One year later


About the author


To everyone who needs a second chance.

Chapter One

Saturday afternoon, August 22

I never imagined a day when I wouldn’t want the sun to shine. One of the best things about summer is the sunshine; its warmth and the light it casts late into the evenings. It beats the chill and shorter days of the winter. Today is different. Today isn’t just another summer day.

Today I am heading to the cemetery.

I flip the dial on my car radio to find something to listen to on the way. I hate driving without something playing. Nothing comes on that is appropriate. No music sounds good right now, so I just turn it off. I wish something would feel good and distract me from the already awful day I’m having.

Since I got in late last night, I didn't speak to my mom until this morning. I should have just skipped breakfast and avoided the kitchen entirely.

When I sat down, she said, “Based on what Lyndsay has told me, River's Bend would be a great place to work.”

I tried to not openly flinch but it was impossible. Not only impossible to not do, but also impossible for my mom to not notice.

“What was that for? It's not my fault you missed out on that opportunity because you ran off to your father's.”

“I'll be going to school on Monday. I'm still going to be a nurse. You should be happy.”

happy that you will be a nurse.”

I sighed. “Then why is it such a big deal that I didn't volunteer this summer? It's not like that one thing makes a difference in the long run.”

“It shows how dedicated you are in carrying out family tradition.”

Instead of rehashing the same conversations I had with her all summer, I stood up and left the house without another word.

I pull into the drive for the cemetery and park under the shade of a maple tree. I sit there with one hand on the wheel and the other on the key in the ignition. It’s time. Time to get out of the car.

It's time for me to face him.

Why am I hesitating? I knew this day was coming. I knew I would see Chevy again. It’s not just seeing him, it’s the circumstances. I haven’t had anyone remotely close to me die before now. Though I didn’t know his father, I know Chevy, and Chevy needs me.

After a deep breath, I get out of the car. The heat beats down on me twice as much in my black dress. The sleeves are longer, going down to my elbows. It seemed more appropriate than the sleeveless one. I stand there a moment to figure out which direction to go and finally settle on the center path.

I would have been here for the funeral yesterday if I hadn’t taken my car in to get the air-conditioning fixed. My dad is on call a lot, since he’s a surgeon at a prestigious Cincinnati hospital. He can’t leave town at the drop of a hat, even if it is to take his daughter to a funeral. I wasn't able to find anyone else to drive down to pick me up, not even my mom.

I should have called Chevy. Why didn’t I call him? Not only did I not call him when I heard about his father, I didn’t call him
the whole time I was away. I kept thinking about the reason I left to begin with. I couldn’t pick up the phone because I couldn’t tell him the reason.

Because the reason was him.

Right when the pangs of guilt spin through me, I spot him in the distance. I stop dead in my tracks and my heart races at the sight of him. I want to turn around but I can’t. I've come this far; he needs to know I’m here.

Stepping warily in his direction, the suspense builds inside of me. Will he appreciate that I’m here? As much as I want to know, I'm more worried about his reaction. He's wearing a black blazer over a white button-down and black slacks. Judging by the wrinkles, I would be willing to bet he slept in the clothes he wore yesterday.

Before I can get a read on his face, he notices me. The instant our eyes connect, I am immobilized. I didn't prepare myself for how I would react to seeing him again. He stares blankly at me, as if to figure out what is going on. Then his expression changes.

“What are you doing here?” he asks indifferently, turning his attention back to the grave. The sound of his voice sends a shiver through my whole body. It's the first time I've heard it since that day.

I say softly, “I came here for you.” I stay silent awaiting his response, but there is none, not even a flinch. Taking a deep breath, I continue. “I'm so sorry about your father, Chevy.”

He stands there for a moment. In the same tone as before he says, “Yeah, everyone is sorry. I’ve heard that all week.”

He’s right. When a person loses their father, especially so suddenly, the pity is endless. He's probably been hearing a mixture of the same words repeatedly. My words were unoriginal. It's the customary response given by the general population in these circumstances. However, it doesn’t change the fact that it was a true statement. “I know you have, but it doesn’t mean that I’m not sorry. I am.”

“Well, I’m
,” he says, turning his head sharply in my direction. I recoil at the sudden change in his demeanor. “He did this to himself.” He pauses as he looks off in the distance. A soft breeze ruffles his light brown hair. He adds quietly, “He left me all alone.”

“You're not alone.”

“Yes, I am.”

“No, you're not.” I step forward. “I’m here for you.”

“No, you’re not!” He looks at me with wounded eyes. “Where have you been all summer? Not ‘here for me.’”

Cringing at the disdain in his voice, my eyes start to water. “I’m sorry I wasn't here this summer but I’m here now.”

“Why did you leave anyway?” His blue eyes stare intently into mine, attempting to ascertain the answer in them. “What made you leave without saying goodbye? Huh, Adrienne?”

The way he says my name is cutting. As if it's a bad taste in his mouth. I press my lips together to fight away the tears. “I just needed to go. I needed to-to be somewhere else for a while. To have a change of-of scenery.” The way I stumble over my words makes it clear I have no idea what I'm doing, either now or then.

“Change of scenery?” he scoffs. “I tried to call you. I tried to text you. I tried to email you. You didn’t respond. Why? Why did you avoid me?” He comes closer with each word, stopping within arm's length of me.

I swallow the lump forming in my throat, knowing I can’t keep the truth from him any longer. It's time to come clean. “I was angry.”

This isn't what he was expecting. “Angry? What made you angry?”

Looking down, I whisper, “I was mad at you.”

“Why would you be mad at me?”

His confusion is apparent, as I expected it would be. I wish I hadn’t brought it up. I shake my head. “It isn’t important anymore.”

“Of course it’s important!” he snaps. “I want to know. No, I
to know. Tell me.”

“I can’t. It doesn’t matter anymore. None of it matters anymore.”

“Yes it does.”

In his eyes, there is a genuine interest in the reason. As much as I want to keep it from him, I am afraid there's no turning back now. “Because,” I start, struggling with how to tell him. “Because of what you said to me at graduation.”

The hope of him understanding with no further explanation vanishes when he asks, “What did I say to you at graduation?”

“You rejected me.”

He thinks for a moment. Then sudden realization of what he said makes him wide-eyed. “I didn't reject you. I just said I wanted to be friends.” Upon hearing that word again, I cringe. He notices my reaction. “Is that why you left?” I bite my lip and look away. “That's ridiculous. There's no way that can be true.”

His refusal not only to believe it but also to acknowledge my feelings infuriates me. “It
true!” I cry, causing him to jump back. “I was pissed off at you for doing that to me. After all we have been through, you tell me no. And why? I have no idea why you wouldn’t be interested in me.”

He is looking at me incredulously, as if seeing me for the first time. He says, “Did I say I wasn’t interested in you?”


“Then why did you jump to that conclusion?” Unable to come up with an answer to his question, I stand there staring. He sighs and says, “That’s a line, Adrienne, and you know it. I never said I wasn’t interested. You meant a lot to me. Taking that step with a good friend could compromise the relationship we already had. I didn’t want to damage what we had. You know, ruin the friendship.”

It's all I can do to keep my mouth from dropping. “'Ruin the friendship?'” I repeat slowly. “That's bull. Completely and utterly bull.”

“What do you mean it’s bull?”

“That’s the line! Not the ‘let’s be friends’ thing. When someone says they’re worried a romantic relationship will ruin a friendship, it is one of two things. Either he’s lying to protect the girl’s feelings, or he’s lying to himself. It doesn’t matter which because when those three words come out, the friendship is never the same. It inevitably ruins the friendship.” My hand closes over my mouth but I have already said too much. It’s not like me to blurt out things of that nature. He gapes at me. Some part of what I said struck a chord in him. My heart flutters in anticipation as to which part it was. Somehow, I know that no matter what the answer is, the reality is truly far different.

His face becomes indifferent again. “You’re right.” He glances over at the grave. “Sometimes you can never go back.”

“What are you saying?”

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