Taylor Hanson winced as he walked out of the hospital, one week later. His head felt like somebody had beaten it with a sledgehammer. He hailed a cab and climbed in.
“1430 Madison Avenue.” Taylor instructed the driver. As the driver drove him home, Taylor gazed out the rain streaked window.
“Thanks.” Taylor said when the driver pulled up in front of his house. He paid the driver and climbed out. Home sweet home, Taylor thought to himself when he walked inside.
“Taylor! I’m so glad you’re okay!” Diana Hanson said. Taylor smiled.
“I’m fine Mom.” Taylor said. Meg’s words echoed in Taylor’s head. You’re a fool Taylor. I am, Taylor thought to himself. Taylor picked up the phone, dialing a familiar number.
“Tulsa airport? I’d like a one way ticket to California.”
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Meg was aware of the fact that she was sitting on a park bench and it was pouring rain but she didn’t care. How could I have been so stupid? Meg asked herself. Taylor never did anything wrong.
“Okay maybe he should have gone to Blake’s funeral but I shouldn’t have acted the way I did.” Meg shook her head. “And now I’m talking to myself.” It brought tears to Meg’s eyes when she thought about Taylor in that hospital bed. She angrily wiped the tears away and walked the short distance to the Hanson house.
“Tay? Taylor!” Meg yelled. She tucked her wet hair behind her ears. Diana Hanson came into the living room.
“He left Meg. He went to California.”
“What?” Diana handed her an envelope. “He left this for you.” Meg sat down on the couch and pulled out the letter.
Meg,
You’ll probably be happy that I left, but I believe you should know why. To explain my reasoning, I have to back nine years. When I first left, I believed we could make it through anything. I never thought that we would get that famous, that I wouldn’t have any personal time. I meant to write more often but I was busy. It wasn’t only that fact. I was in love with you. I still am. I never knew that if I didn’t communicate with you, that you would date my best friend. I can never tell you how much it hurt to watch you marry Blake. I hate to imagine the pain it must have caused you when Blake died. I hope you don’t hate me Meg. I’d rather die a thousand deaths than to have you hate me. If you do not hate me, if I have a reason to come home, come to me in California. I would love nothing more than to rekindle our friendship.
Much Love,
Taylor
Meg could barely contain her sobs upon finishing Taylor’s letter.
“I have to go to California.” Meg stated. Diana nodded.
“I’ll call and get you a ticket.” Meg nodded.
“Thanks.” Diana called the Tulsa airport.
“You leave in an hour.” Meg nodded.
“Thank you.” Meg said walking home. She grabbed a duffel bag and packed a few outfits. Diana drove her to the Tulsa airport.
“Bring my son home Meg.” Diana said, giving Meg a hug. Meg nodded. She waited until the flight attendant called her row, then boarded the plane.
“I’m coming Taylor.
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