It had been two years since Tyler had died. I still refused to move on. My mom urged me to go out to school activities and meet new people, but it just felt wrong. Tyler and I had been together for so long. How could I just move on?
My mom knocked on my door and peaked her head into my room. I moved over to my window seat not wanting to talk to her.
"Honey, its your first day of college," she said trying to be nice, but I could tell she was irritated. She probably wished she didn't have such a depressed daughter. "You don't want to be late," she said as she walked out of the room.
I groaned and grabbed my backpack and some notebooks and pens and threw them in my bag and walked downstairs. I got into my car and started it. I looked down the road at Tyler's house. The white pickup truck was gone from the driveway. I knew it was never going to be there but I looked every time out of habit. For as long as I could remember, I would look for Tyler's truck to know if he was home. I looked down at my steering wheel and turned the car on. I pulled out of the driveway and started down the road. I past Tyler's house and I could almost see him out in the yard shooting baskets.
I drove 20 minutes to my new college and parked in the already full parking lot. I found a spot and walked into the large building. Kids walked around in a hurry trying to get to classes. Others sat on the floor working on their computers or talking on the phone. I looked at my schedule and found my class and sat outside the door waiting for the professor to come open the door. I looked down at my phone. My wallpaper was still a picture of Tyler from when we went to the beach. I staired down at the phone, holding back tears. It was like it had all happened yesterday.
"Is that your boyfriend?" I heard someone ask. I looked up to see a boy with longer black hair and blue eyes. I pushed some hair out of my face and looked down.
"Yes, well no," I said. "Not any more."
"Oh what happened?" the boy said and sat down next to me. I continued to look down at my phone until the screen went black.
"Oh he's um," the boy started.
"Dead," I finished as I nodded.
"Oh man I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring it up," he said. I forced a smile to let him know it was ok. "I'm Aidan by the way," the boy said.
"Kayla," I said.
"Well it's a pleasure to meet you Kayla," Aidan said.
Just then the professor came to the door and opened it. Kids filed into the large room. I found a seat in the back and Aidan seemed to follow me and sit next to me. I pulled my phone down and stared at Tyler's picture for the whole class.