Ripples (DROPLETS Trilogy Book 2) by Meaghan Rauscher Read Free Book Online Page A

their way to my naked wrist and I choked back a sob. Would this separation from him be so hard if I could have had that last gift? It had been given to me with such wonderful love and to have it now would be a treasure beyond anything I could ever imagine.
         I rolled to my side and let the tears crawl down my nose and splatter on the pillowcase. It was the first time I had allowed myself to truly mourn his death; to let my whole body crumple in silent wracking sobs that shook the mattress beneath me.  He deserved so much more than just my tears, but I could do nothing to change it. All I could do was hold onto the memories of the happy days I had spent with him on our island, in our home.
         The hole in my chest grew wider and I tried to silence my sobs into the pillow

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    I recognized the view as soon as I saw it. I was on the beach, and I knew I was dreaming. I cringed because I knew what came at the end of this dream. I had seen the events unfold before. It all happened like I knew it would. Patrick was there and he walked with me, holding my hand. I reveled in the moment of seeing him smile; it was so real, I almost thought I wasn’t dreaming. But then came the worst part. Patrick stopped and his eyes filled with fear. He could see things I couldn’t and I tried to ask him what it was he saw. He took a step in front of me and disappeared. I knew he wasn’t just taken, he was literally gone. He was no longer part of this world that I lived in. I crumpled to the ground in pain and agony. A heavy weight pressed me into the sand and I felt as though I couldn’t get up. As I tried to free myself, a voice filled my ears. I struggled, and raised my head to look around. I knew it was his voice but couldn’t tell where it was coming from. He was calling my name desperately, as though he was trying to find me. I held out my hands not knowing if he could see. “I’m here! I yelled, “I’m here!” And then there was nothing. 
     
         I woke with a jolt; a cold sweat on my brow. I raised a hand to my head and moaned softly at my throbbing temples knowing they hurt because of the nightmare.
          I had had my beach dream, that’s what I called it, three nights in a row. But tonight it had ended differently. Usually I just fell to the sand crying, with weight pressing on me, and then I would wake up and cry myself back into a dreamless sleep. But tonight, I had heard Patrick’s voice. It had been coming closer and sounded so desperate.
         Shaking my head, I turned my eyes to the clock. Good, it was late enough for me to get up. I was sick of having to just lie in bed and wait for the house to wake. I threw off the covers and placed my feet on the floor. Today was Saturday, that meant it was my first day of work. That should keep you occupied. .
         I had wanted to start work the day after I got back but Dad forbade it. He had wanted me to catch up on sleep; apparently I had looked too tired. Little did he know I would rather be awake because it was better than having to relive that awful dream over and over again.
        My feet fumbled down the stairs and I made my way into the kitchen. No one else was awake yet, I had the house to myself. It was nice to hear the complete quiet. After spending the last three days babysitting Emly, Kaleb, and Justin while the other kids were at school, I was glad to have some quiet time.
         I sat down on the couch and flicked the TV on. My finger was trigger happy on the remote and I became easily bored. I ended up watching some stupid infomercials over and over again, about some product that could crack open eggshells for you, until a little hand tapped my curled up legs.
         “What you watching Lissie?” It was Justin and I smiled at him. He spoke so much clearer now; I  had been disappointed the first time I heard him say my name again. I was no longer Withie anymore.
         “Nothing really,” I said and shrugged.