Chapter 3- Jonah
I've been visiting Palm City daily, and Gemma had managed to create an account too. I've managed to get the hang of things, and spent most of my days in cafes reading- yes reading! They have bookshops, clothes shops, department stores, gardening stores, newsagents, everything. Today I've decided on a nice stroll, exploring the place.
I find a little park where people are chilling out. There's a couple rolling on the grass making out, and some playing music, others just relaxing, or playing with pets. I walk past, and find a bunch of trees that lead to a forest. It seems pretty deserted. Perfect. I find a fallen tree, and lie back on it, letting the sounds of nature carry me to sleep...
"Hey," a voice says, and triggers me awake. Ohmygod, that's so cool. I fell asleep in real life AND Palm City. Awesome. I look around and see a tall figure leaning against a tree. "I'm Jonah." He walks out of the dark, and to a spot where light filters through the leaves, streaming down on him. My mind goes everywhere. He has ruffled dark brown hair, dark green eyes, olive skin, and muscles that show through his shirt. "Tabby," I squeak. God, I sounded so girly. A smile plays at his lips. "Like a cat," he says. "Tabby cat." I'd never thought of that before. "Yeah," I say, and get up, flattening my blue dress. I push my black hair out my eyes. He looks forward and squints. "Wow," he says. "You're eyes are like crystals." I blush and smile. My dad said that to me when he was alive. Suddenly, grief floods over me like a wild black tsunami drowning me. I babble into tears, and try and reach to the surface. Jonah watches me, a shadow hiding his eyes. He sits next to me and puts a hand on my knee. I wish I could feel his touch. I can imagine the warmth spreading through my skin, tingling my veins. I choke on tears. Jonah doesn't say a word, and lets me finish crying, but it feels like I'm dying. It hurts and aches so bad. Luke stares into my eyes, his green ones have a look of knowing that makes me shiver. It's enough to stop the tears. "Sorry," I say, feeling embarassed. He shakes his head. "No, I am. I should go." I watch him leave. Oh my god, he's gone. I should have asked for his ID number! "WAIT!!!" I cry. But it's too late. He's disappeared into the heart of the forest. I shut my laptop, and let grief flood over me once again.