AN: Merry Christmas! Mine was great (or should I say. . . great-a, get it? Greta? Great-a? HA *knee slap*) 

Anyways, I got a new laptop so there should be no more excuses for not updating for months at a time. (I sincerely apoligize for that whole ordeal, I just lost inpiration, BUT NOW I HAVE IT) 

Happy Reading (or crying, either ones acceptable for this chapter) 

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Greta POV: PAST

I shot up from my bed, my alarm on my phone was going off. My heart pounded from last night's nightmare. The very same one I'd always gotten since James left for England again.

It always starts the same too. I'm at a bus stop, waiting for something, someone, and as I am, I get a text from my phone. I can't recall what it says but it's something devastating. I cry and cry all day, missing buses that pass by until it's night and all of a sudden I'm in the middle of nowhere. A single lamppost illuminates the stop I'm sitting at.

I can feel my own heartbeat quicken as I hear moans of pain and heartbreak coming from every direction. One by one, corpses show up around me. Living, walking corpses. I try to scream but no sound escapes my lips.

Some of the corpses have bullet holes in their foreheads and others have limbs cut off, but all of them have their eyes and mouths stitched shut.

But even with that, I can hear voices that seemed to inhumanly whisper things. I'm normally not able to make out what they say, but sometimes I can hear them call for their, what I am lead to assume, families.

Some of them beckon to me, personally, telling me to run. But if one thing is consistent, it's that I always wake up before they can get to me.

I shrugged off the nightmare once I realized today was a special day. Today James was coming back from England! My week of torment was over!

When he left, I didn't know what to do with myself except wait for a text or call of some sort to show up from him.

Two days after he left, he called me. I heard the phone buzz from the kitchen where I was making myself a lonely sandwich. I threw my knife down that was spreading mayonnaise on the bread and raced to the living room where the Samsung was charging.

I swear I ran faster than Usain Bolt.

I took the cord out of the phone with a flourish and cleared my throat to stop my heart racing and cool down my voice.

I calmly swiped the screen and brought the phone up to my ear.

"Hello?" I answered trying to stay as cool as possible. My voice went down to my normal octave.

"Greta!" He responded.

There went keeping my cool. My heart began to pound again when I heard his voice.

"James!" I called back in the same tone as he used. I heard him laugh from the other side of the phone.

I fell (or fainted, either one is appropriate) onto the couch.

I almost forgot how. . . breathtaking his laugh was. I eventually got used to it the week he was here, but since I was deprived of it for so long, I wasn't as used to it anymore.

"Hey, I'm really sorry I didn't call you sooner! I planned to text you or something when I got off the plane, I just didn't feel good at all, you know jet lag and all, and yesterday was really busy at work, since it was my first day back for so long that I was just tired when I got back home and I meant to call you when I did, but I fell asleep and-"

"James! It's alright! I could've called you too, I'm just as happy you're calling now." I calmed him down, giggling at his flustered-ness. I heard him sigh from the other side.

"Okay. But would you say it would be more romantic if I had called you earlier?"

He's trying to be romantic? I can't see him trying to be romantic at any given time, let alone on a phone call. I let out a hearty laugh.

"Sure," I teased, "just for next time." I rolled my eyes even though he couldn't see me.

"Okay! Hold on for a second." He ordered. I heard a piece of some kind of paper being ripped out and a pen click.

I laughed hard when I realized what he was doing.

"Are you writing this down?"

"No," James answered all too quickly.

From the other line came the sound of paper being crinkled up and James quietly muttering curses.

I began to laugh again.

"Okay, so I have a fancy dinner reservation for us at a restaurant in Sandy." James offered, "I kinda figured you'd like to go there with me when I get back, right after I arrive at the airport."

"As in. . . another date?!" I tried to speak calmly, but when I had said date it seemed to crack into a million pieces.

"Yeah! Yeah, another date!" His voice did the same thing as mine. "If that's alright with you?"

"Yes!" I said all too quickly like he had proposed or something. I cleared my throat. "I-I mean, sure. That's cool with me."

He laughed again. I covered the speaker on my phone and screamed into my couch pillow.

Why must you do this to me?

"Alright, I'll see you in about five days?" He asked.

"Yeah, that'll be great!" I got up from my lying position on the couch and raced to my calendar that was in the kitchen, counting off five days. A fancy tray full of pens, pencils and sharpies sat next to the calendar. Holding the day with one finger, I reached down to grab a blue pen, and marked the day he was coming back.

And now that today was that day, all that anxiety that had built up in me resided. His plane was supposed to land at the airport by two thirty and Maurice had to close up shop today because one of her six shelter dogs had gotten the flu, giving Calvin and I a paid day off. 

I honestly had no clue what I was supposed to do with myself except curl my knees to my chest and rock back in forth in a dark corner in anticipation, overthinking when I should be there and what I should do when I first see James again. 

I grabbed my laptop and opened it up, just randomly searching online for something to do. I literally clicked in the search bar, 'things to do when bored'. Most of them were crafts or cool recipes but I had neither the motivation nor skill to do any of the suggested. Another idea was to play a board game but because I had zero of the sort and lived alone (I'm a lonely bean, what can I say?) that was completely out of the question. 

I don't know how the thought came into my head (maybe it was the 34 countless ads I had seen on it) I decided I was going to the local Walmart to buy an  X-Box 360. I mean, why the heck not?

When I went to go check the time to make sure I even had enough of it to get the X-Box, I realized I had spent an entire four hours just playing around on Tumblr and the prices of an actual X-Box and there were only twenty minutes his plane was too arrive. I had done zero cleaning of my house if he wanted to visit the place and were still in my bear onesie pajamas. 

I realized he had texted me pictures of the window when he was somewhere close. There were at least fifteen pictures. My heart melted and I couldn't help but smile. 

James: Atlantic Ocean! Only about 2,000 miles left! 

James: New York is pretty exciting, but I think being this close to the empire state building is a little too exciting. 

James: Only three hours away! Michigan is rather boring, I say. The only thing keeping me awake is the thought of seeing you again. 

James: You wouldn't believe what I caught on camera! A tornado in Iowa! Only about two hours away now. . . 

James: Barely an hour left, and Colorado's never been prettier. 

I texted back in a hurry saying the pictures were beautiful and that I was almost ready to be there, letting him know I might be late to do unexpected procrastination and then rushed to my room to change. 

And I swear I ran faster than Hector Bellerin. {AN: Look him up, he's got great hair}

Pulling out a regular pair of jeans and a wrinkled shirt, I thought I'd be alright without brushing my hair. 

Until I remembered we were going on another date when he was to come back. Now I had to stress about that. 

I kept my jeans and brought out a gray light long sleeved shirt with a nice necklace. There good enough. My heart was pounding in my chest as I grabbed the keys to my Monte Carlo, phone, and my purse and headed out the door. One step out the door and I was back inside to grab a coat and scarf. 

Now I knew I was ready. 

For being the shortest drive I've ever had to take, it was definitely the longest. All that anticipation that had been inside of me was being released in the form of stupid drivers and stoplights that take too long to turn green. I was already almost late, and then for me to have to go through finding a spot in parking? It was almost Thanksgiving so everyone's families were most likely coming home for the holiday, all spots near the airport entrance were gone. I had to park my father's car all the way at the end, giving me a seemingly mile-long walk to the airport. I sprinted to the front, almost getting hit by a car on the way in, and being shouted at by several other people trying to get inside as well. 

I swear I ran faster than Donovan Bailey. 

I entered the busy airport, bustling with suitcases, small shops and TV screens galore. I walked through the crowds to get to the screen that held all the flight names and times. I started from the bottom of the list and averted my eyes to the top. There were only two flights that went from Colorado to Utah, and those arrived yesterday, and at 10:30 this morning. 

My eyebrows furrowed as I marched to the help desk where a friendly looking blonde young woman greeted me. 

"Hello! How can I help you, Ms?" Her buttery voice practically sang. 

"Hello! Do you have any flights coming in around two from Denver? I didn't see any on the board." I motioned towards the flickering screen. Her eyebrows seemed to furrow just as mine had. I pursed my lips, as she went typing away at her computer. She seemed surprised when she scrolled down to see something. 

"Why, yes! Yes, we do!" She exclaimed. I sighed in relief, and gave a small smile. "But it's a private reservation, interesting huh." 

"Yeah." I agreed, turning my head slightly. "Do you know where all that is?" 

"Oh, hun, I'm afraid if its private, you cannot meet them in the waiting area. That's only if you have a reservation also, but if you wait by the benches in the baggage claim, all personal must pick up their bags in one area. I'm sure you'll find whoever you're looking for there." She helped. I gave her a thankful smile. 

"Thank you so much! I really appreciate it." I bid her goodbye and departed for the baggage claim. When I reached the room, the people seemed to double. I could barely find a place to sit down and wait. Looking down at the time, I realized that he would be here at any time. I pulled out my phone and smiled as I opened it up to see the beautiful messages he sent me. I couldn't wait to see him. He had no idea how scared I was to leave him like that. I knew I really wanted to kiss him after our date, but I couldn't bring myself to do so. I guess I was scared. Scared of not being sincere. 

After losing everyone you've ever been close too, it's hard to want to get to know someone like James, and then when you do, you want to make sure they stay. By any costs. That's what I want with James. I want him to stay. 

When you've gone through things like I have, you no longer are afraid of death. You become afraid of being alone. 

I waited and waited for James to show up. Thirty minutes went by. Then an hour. Then two. And three. 

He seemed to disappear. All those pictures he sent me. Maybe it was all a dream, after all, he was a dream-like figure. If he was a dream, that would have been the cruelest dream God could ever pull on me. 

I sat on the bench, wondering when I'd wake up. Can a dream really seem to last weeks? I've never heard of such. The people went away until it was only a few of us. An old woman who was sitting next to me ran up to someone wearing an army uniform. They laughed and cried as the young man swayed with the woman. 

I smiled at them and felt myself grow sadder. Will I ever get that moment? I want it so bad. Just to have that kind of moment with James. If he was real. If he wasn't just a fragment of my insane imagination. 

It passed to dark, the moon enlightening the room slightly. The huge glass windows showed the real airport, where more people reunited with their loved ones, and I continued to wait. I needed him to stay balanced. I sighed and felt myself tearing up slightly, as I remained on the bench. 

I knew I'd have to wait for it. 

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AN: Yay! Don't worry guys, James' point of view will be next chapter so you can really get a glimpse of what's going on and why he's not there. . . yet *eyebrow wiggle* 

Alright now I'll try and get you the next chapter out as soon as possible. 

Speaking of next chapter. . . 

SHERLOCK SEASON FOUR JANUARY 1st IM SO FREAKING EXCITED

ITS ON MY CALENDAR AND EVERYTHING YAS!