by Ink Spotz
“What's up?” He asked softly, looking at me with an eyebrow arched. I could feel my palms begin to slick with sweat. Why was I nervous? I had literally already lived through this day.
I had come back to this day on purpose. I had come back to accomplish an express mission of mine. I couldn't let myself fail.
I had to change my tomorrow.
“You're acting weird,” he said before shooting a glance over his shoulder to see that our boss hadn't yet emerged from the back office. He turned back to face me with his penetrating gaze.
“What's wrong?” He asked softly.
“I...I...” Why couldn't I get the words out? I was stammering like an idiot. I had rehearsed this several times. Just say it.
Just. Say. It.
“Lots of papers to file?” I heard the words spring from my mouth instead.
“Yeah,” he said with a soft chuckle to accompany his words, “Not surprised. It's typical.”
“Do you have a moment to come outside?” I asked after another moment of trying to gather my courage.
“This early in the morning?...” He furrowed his brows as he looked from me to his wristwatch. “Well, I suppose going out for a few minutes before starting my 'sentence' isn't bad.”
I smiled, letting out a sigh of relief. At least I was able to coax him outside. I could say it there. I had to say it there.
He rounded the counter and came to stand by my side. I moved to push outside into the early morning sun, walking down a dirt path that led off to the side.
“Where are you going?” I heard him ask from behind me. Turning, I noticed that he was standing at the foot of the path, watching me.
I moved to lean against the tree, crossing my arms across my chest as I looked back at him.
“What does it look like I'm doing? I'm getting a breath of fresh air,” I said as a sarcastic rebuttal.
My rebuttal earned an eye roll and chuckle as he made his own way down the path. He was soon standing right in front of me, crossing his own arms over his chest.
“Are you sure you're okay?” He asked.
I nodded my head quickly – too quickly, of course. He noticed this, furrowing his brows once more.
He moved a hand to rest the palm flat against the tree trunk behind my head as he stared directly at me.
“The truth. Now,” he said in a voice that was worried. It was a voice that cared.
“I just...I wanted to tell you something.”
A smile lit his face. It was a smile that reached his eyes, and he leaned in a bit closer.
“What is this something you must tell me? Are you alright?”
Again with the concern. He had every right to be concerned, of course. I was crazy if he didn't feel the same; if I traveled back all this way only for him to refuse me.
“I just wanted to tell you...”
I was cut off. Those words that I had been rehearsing, that I had been practicing in fear of screwing up, were silenced as he leaned in closer.
His lips caught mine in a soft kiss as his eyes slipped shut; my own soon doing the same.
“Work!” We both jerked away from the kiss as if electrocuted as our boss stood at the foot of the path looking at the two of us under the tree.
We both chuckled as our boss walked off; a blush decorating both of our faces.
“Way to get us in trouble,” he joked, looking at me for a moment more before turning away. “I'm sorry if I was too forward or something...”
“No, you weren't. You actually took the words right out of my mouth.”
“Such a cliché...” He teased before sighing. “See you back inside?”
“Yeah,” I said softly. I watched him smile and retreat back up the path. When he disappeared from view, I thought back on what had happened.
I hope that going back in time was worth it. I mean, I know there are warnings about messing up the time line. I just...I didn't want to risk a tomorrow without you.
Do you think I've made a mistake?