Sometimes Moments

by Len Webster

  Sometimes Moments

  Thirty-Eight Series

  Forever Starts Today (Thirty Eight #.5) Coming 2015

  Thirty-Eight Days (Thirty Eight #1)

  Thirty-Eight Reasons (Thirty Eight #2)

  Left Behind Series

  What We’ll Leave Behind (Left Behind #.5) Coming 2015

  What you Left Behind (Left Behind #1) Coming 2015

  For Jaycee Ford and Alex Rosa.

  Thank you for walking into my life and fighting dragons with me.

  Thank you for being the first to believe in the beauty of sometimes moments.

  Our friendship is spelt in the many infinities of this universe.

  We are forever.

  Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.

  Dr Seuss

  Four years and five months ago.

  Infinities exist only when two people believe in them and will for the universe to allow them.

  Tap. Tap. Tap.

  The taps on the glass window had Peyton’s head turning. She sat on her bed, waiting for another sound. Seconds passed.

  Tap. Tap.

  Silence.

  Tap.

  Resting her book down, Peyton felt her phone vibrate next to her on the bed. Seeing his name, she picked it up and answered it.

  “Tell me it’s you outside my window,” she said quietly into the phone’s speaker.

  He didn’t answer. Her breathing heaved as she moved the covers off her body and stood from the bed.

  “Callum!”

  A laugh broke into her ear.

  “It’s me, Pey. Go to the window.”

  She smiled at the sound of his voice. Smooth and beautiful. She wasn’t sure when it had happened, but when he’d kissed her underneath the cherry blossoms outside her window, Callum Reid was no longer her best friend. That one kiss and their relationship had become more.

  Hanging up, Peyton stood next to her window and looked back at the bedroom door. If her father caught her with him at such an hour, he’d never let her leave the house again.

  But her parents were asleep. What were a few minutes with him? Summer would end soon, and then they’d be attending their final year of high school. They had one last year together before university and life decisions would be made. It was either stay in their small tourist town or leave and go to the city—a decision she hadn’t made just yet.

  After pushing the curtains back, Peyton lifted the window up and was met with Cullum’s lips on hers. Her hands wrapped around his wrists as she kissed him back. Her playful bite of his lower lip had him laughing against hers.

  “Easy, tiger,” he whispered as he pulled his mouth away.

  Her heavy breathing mirrored his, and she smiled up at him. The bedside lamp gave her enough light to see his grey eyes. She had always loved him. All her life, she had. But that one kiss had broken free an unconditional and intimate form of love.

  “You have to go,” she pleaded.

  He brushed her light-brown hair behind her ear before placing his hands on the windowsill. “Just a walk down to the lake together. We’ll be back before your father wakes up for work,” he promised.

  The glint in his eyes had her rolling her own at him. “Let me just change,” she sighed, pulling away.

  Peyton was surprised when Callum’s hand stopped her from leaving.

  He tugged her to face him and his eyes ran down her body. “What you’re wearing is more than fine.”

  This was all new to them. They had never gone past their boundaries, and when he did compliment her, she’d blush. Because they’d grown up as neighbours, she knew all there was to know about him.

  “Fine!” Peyton said, faking her bothered tone.

  Callum grinned as he held out his hands to her and helped her out of her bedroom window. When her feet hit the dry grass, she remembered she had no shoes on. Callum let go of her hands and picked up the basket next to him, taking out a pair of black flats.

  “You planned this!” Peyton took the pair of flats she recognised as a pair she had missing.

  “I wasn’t willing to let you change your mind if you went and changed.”

  Stepping out of the house, Peyton covered her eyes to the early morning sun. It had been two days since she went to the lake with Callum. The warm wind hit her skin as she sat on the steps of the front porch. Looking across the road, she noticed the moving trucks parked in the driveway of the house across the street. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she stood up and watched men with boxes pack the trucks.

  After she walked down the path and crossed the road, she stepped onto the green grass of her neighbour’s lawn. She watched as pieces of furniture left the double-story house and was placed in the back of the trucks.

  “Peyton?”

  She heard her name. When she looked at the door, the grey eyes made her shake her head.

  “I don’t…” she breathed out.

  “I’m sorry,” he apologised.

  “When were you going to tell me?” The aching in her chest stifled her sob.

  He looked away and she felt her heart crumble.

  “Callum,” she begged.

  “I couldn’t tell you, Peyton. Had I told you, it would have been difficult to say goodbye,” he said and then instructed one of the movers who held a box that was marked ‘Callum’s room’ to place it in the back of the truck.

  “This is much worse!” she yelled.

  Callum flinched before he breathed out and reached for her hands. Peyton took a step back.

  “You’re leaving me!” she sobbed.

  “Summer’s over, Pey. I can’t stay in this town. I have to leave. I’m... I’m sorry about everything. It and us… We shouldn’t have happened. We should have just stayed friends,” Callum said before he turned and walked back into the house.

  Friends.

  That one word pierced her heart.

  Peyton wiped her tears and looked around. More boxes were packed into the trucks, and she tried to process it all.

  “Peyton, I didn’t think we’d see you today.” She heard Mr Reid say.

  She lifted her head to see an older version of Callum step out of the house. “I-I,” she stuttered, but she couldn’t form words.

  “Dad, just leave it,” Callum said angrily. He didn’t look her way as he handed his father another box.

  Callum stood in front of her, and the fine line his mouth made was one she never saw.

  “You should have told me,” she said, hurt and devastated by what was happening around her.

  “There was nothing to tell. I’m moving to the city.”

  “That’s it? You’re just up and moving to the city. That’s all it took? Two days and you changed your mind,” she cried.

  She had told him that she loved him. He hadn’t said it back, but he hadn’t pushed her away. That night they’d gone to the lake, she’d given him her innocence and told him that she loved him. Two days later, he was leaving.

  “Peyton, it’s goodbye,” he softly said. The break in his voice didn’t match the menacing look in his eyes.

  “Then goodbye. But don’t you ever come back to this town, Callum. You’re dead to me! If what we had meant nothing to you, then good. Go! I never want to see your face again!” Peyton took one more look at those grey eyes before she turned around and walked towards her house.

  “Peyton!” he called but she couldn’t do it.

  She couldn’t listen to his voice calling her name. Her heart was too broken to accept any more pain at the hands of him.

  Present day

  Cherry blossoms dancing in the wind caught her eye. Beautifully and gracefully demanding for attention. Sheer, cream-coloured curtains obscured the pink flowers. Breathing out, Peyton
parted the curtains and pulled the window open, allowing the cold autumn air to serenade her. The cherry blossom tree outside her window held so many memories, ones she hated and ones she loved. That tree was the reason why her parents had bought the old house in Daylesford, Victoria.

  Peyton admired the structure of the tree, taller than the house and older than she. During winter, the cherry blossoms grew vibrant, far more beautiful than in autumn or spring. This one tree strived in showcasing its beauty during a time when snow would sometimes fall. Giving the tree one last appreciative glace, Peyton closed her window and locked the latch.

  “Peyton.”

  She turned around to see her great-aunt Brenda holding a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in her hands.

  “Big day today,” her aunt said with a proud smile.

  After walking over to her oak dresser, Peyton picked up a hair band and tied her brown hair into a low ponytail. With a huff, Peyton made her way to the bed and sat on it.

  “I don’t know if I can do it, Aunt Brenda,” she confessed as she looked down at her hands.

  The bed dipped and Peyton turned her head to see her aunty smiling up at her.

  “Honey, your mother and father would be proud of you,” she said with confidence and placed the plate in Peyton’s hand.

  “But what if I’m not ready, not skilled—”

  “None of that!” her aunty scolded, cutting Peyton off. “Peyton, you worked hard. Your Uncle John and I, we know you can do it. You put yourself through school. You know how to run the hotel. You’ve run it plenty of times before.”

  Peyton closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Yes, but I mean, it’s now mine. It’s not you and Uncle John running it anymore. It’s me. It’s mine. I just… I don’t want to let Mum and Dad down as well as the town.” Picking up a piece of buttered toast, she took a bite to stop her from saying any more.

  The fine line Aunt Brenda’s mouth made was one Peyton didn’t like to see.

  “You inherited it, Peyton. It’s been yours all this time. We have just been maintaining it until you finished university and decided what you wanted to do with it. Nothing is going to change unless you want it to.”

  “I know,” Peyton said before putting a forkful of scrambled eggs in her mouth and chewing.

  “You know, Peyton,” her aunt said, taking her hand.

  Peyton knew this talk. It was one her aunt had had with her many times before. But the sadness in her light-brown eyes had Peyton’s heart aching.

  “You don’t have to stay here. You can go to the city. You can go anywhere in this world and do what you want. Maybe see Cal—”

  “No,” Peyton cut her off and handed her aunt the plate.

  “But—”

  “I will not go to the city. I will not leave this town. And I will not see him. He’s dead to me and you know it. He didn’t even—” Peyton stopped herself. She felt the tears burn her eyes and swallowed hard, hoping they’d retreat.

  Standing up from her bed, Peyton looked at her great-aunt. The heartbreak was always evident in her eyes. They shared a form of pain. Her aunt had lost a niece and a nephew-in-law, and Peyton had lost a mother and a father.

  Aunt Brenda placed the plate on the bed and wrapped her arms around Peyton. “You need to forgive him, love. Your mother wanted you to forgive him,” she whispered.

  Peyton stood there, letting the tears slide down her face. She had tried to forgive him for leaving her, but the moment that her parents died, the idea of forgiving him had become a thought she couldn’t comprehend. Breaking her heart, she’d get over. But not being at her parents’ funeral? That, she would never forgive. There was no point in forgiving. He’d left their small town years ago and never once looked back.

  Two weeks of no bookings allowed Peyton the time to decide if she’d change what her parents had worked hard to establish. It hadn’t been her idea to close the hotel for two weeks. It’d been her aunt and uncle’s. Though in their early seventies, they had still managed to run The Spencer-Dayle while she’d finished her last year of high school and then university. But now, the hotel was Peyton’s and her aunt and uncle would be enjoying their retirement on the peninsula.

  Holding her laptop bag close to her, Peyton walked up the hill until she met the path of trees that led up to the lake. She looked up to see that the leaves had turned into lovely shades of brown and orange. Leaves slowly fell from the branches. She stood there a moment and tried to settle her nerves. It was her first day as owner of her family’s hotel.

  The moment her parents died in that car accident, Peyton had inherited it all. Her parents’ money, the house, and the hotel. They had rebuilt it after the previous owner had let it grow old with time. They’d seen the hotel by the lake as potential, and her parents had chosen right. It had become a popular tourist accommodation and brought income to the family and town.

  After making her way through the lane of autumn trees, Peyton reached the end of the dirt path and glanced over at the fog that blanketed the lake. It didn’t matter how many memories she shared with him on this lake; she would always love it. The days she had spent with her father sitting on the pier, admiring the hotel were the memories she wished were her reality. But all it had taken was one car crash and she’d lost her parents forever.

  Behind a few trees near the edge of the lake was a bench. The first Monday of every month, Graham Scott would meet her there. When she had started her final year of high school, Graham had been one of her best friends, and when graduation came around, he was the only one who stayed in the area. Instead of moving to the city for university, he stayed on his family’s lavender farm and enrolled in an online university course just like Peyton. What brought them closer were her parents’ deaths. Graham was the only one who could understand after he’d lost his mother to cancer when he was twelve.

  Since he’d taken over the farm, she saw less and less of him. But they had stuck to their promise. The first Monday of each month—a morning together by the lake. Peyton smiled, knowing she’d see him next week. Squinting her eyes, she noticed someone sitting on the bench. She knew it was either Mrs Figs on her morning stroll or Mr Tucker feeding the ducks. Peyton walked over to the bench to say good morning.

  She stopped just short of the bench when she recognised his baseball cap. Shaking her head, she cleared her throat.

  “Think you’ve got your dates wrong. First Monday of the month is June second,” Peyton stated.

  A chuckle slipped from Graham’s lips as he stood up from the bench, turning to face her. The large grin on his face was one she loved—so was his deep dimple. His blonde hair was just visible from under his hat. Peyton looked down to see a bundle of lavender in his hand. Each time she saw him, he’d bring her lavender from his farm.

  “It’s a big day for you, Peyton. Couldn’t miss it for the world. Plus, it gives me an excuse to see you,” he said as he pulled her in for a hug.

  The scent of lavender hit her nostrils and she smiled. It was the scent that was forever on his skin.

  “Not a big day if you keep me from working!” she scolded before untangling herself from him. Then she let out a laugh as she took the lavender from him.

  Turning, she looked out over the still lake and then at her hotel. It daunted her. The idea that she was now the owner of what her parents had once called theirs terrified her.

  She didn’t want to let her parents down, but she found it would be inevitable. All she could hope for was that she wouldn’t destroy the dreams they’d built. She didn’t want to tarnish what The Spencer-Dayle meant to her aunt and uncle and the town.

  As if he knew that her fears were consuming her, Graham placed his hand on her shoulder and squeezed lightly to reassure her.

  “They’d be proud of you, Peyton. We all are.”

  And that’s when she let tears stream down her face. She knew she couldn’t let her family’s hotel by the lake falter. It was all she had left of her parents.

  After they sat on the w
ooden bench, they walked to the hotel. Peyton opened the main doors and was welcomed with the bright front desk. Once she’d placed her laptop bag on the desk, she followed Graham to the main sitting room.

  “What are your plans for this place?” Graham asked as he sank into the dark-grey couch.

  Peyton sat next to him and took in the large arched windows that flooded the room with natural light. Though she had been here the day before to check out the last guests, it felt unfamiliar to her. Maybe it was the fact that she now owned it and had to run it. She knew her aunt and uncle would have been happy to run the hotel, but Peyton couldn’t do that to them. It was time that she accepted her responsibilities, just as Graham had with the farm.

  “Aunt Brenda wants me to make the hotel my own. But I honestly don’t think I could do that. I start making changes and it wouldn’t be my parents’ hotel anymore. This is all that’s really left of them.”

  Peyton looked up at the cream-painted room. She remembered the day that they had painted the ceiling. Her dad had argued over colour choice, that cream was too plain, but her mother had won that argument with a victorious smile. That was true love. No matter the bickering or the arguing, Peyton knew that her parents loved each other unconditionally. But for her, love was just a concept. She was far from accepting the notion—not after him.

  “I think your aunt’s right on that one, Peyton. Maybe incorporate yourself in it.”

  She turned her head to see his cheek in his palm. Graham raised his brow at her and then blinked twice.

  “How do I do that, Graham? How do I do that and not make a mess of it all? What if I ruin everything that they worked so hard to create? What my aunt and uncle worked so hard to maintain?” Sitting up, she stared at him as he pursed his lips.

  “Trial and error,” he stated.

  “Trial and error? Are you insane?”

  Graham straightened his back and let out a short laugh. “I’m the definition of insane.”

  Shaking her head, Peyton looked down at the lavender that lay on the glass coffee table. For three years, Graham had run the farm, making it one of the most successful in the state. But that was Graham; he knew business and excelled at it. As for Peyton, she lacked the creativity that would make her shine through.