He struggled to open his eyes, but the pure exhaustion he felt
was far overpowering. Sam felt the presence of someone nearby, he could tell by
the way the grass rustled. The way it sounded when someone pressed their hands
down on it was simply unique. It crunched desperately, but gave a soft
cushioning welcome. Sam’s eyes may have been closed, but his ears were wide
open. The sounds of the field enlightened him and made him feel even more awake,
despite his eyes being closed. Then he began to hear something that he promised
he would never forget. It was the same melody as before; her sweet tune filled
his admiring ears. Sam began to smile once more, as he confirmed his assumption
to be correct. Layla was watching over him, and taking care of him. Making sure
he was surrounded by the things he loved the most, so he could be comfortable.
He wondered how she knew to bring him here. It was as if she could look
directly into his soul, and could act specifically as Sam had always dreamed
someone would. The moment he shared deep within his mind only lasted a short
time. Traumatic images of his mothers limp body lying on the floor, and the
breathless run to Gerald’s came rushing back. He tensed every muscle he had in
his abdomen, fighting to lift himself up. His muscles almost refused to budge,
they burned like hot coals. Sam’s tough spirit pushed onwards, and slowly he
rose to a seated position. Opening his eyes he saw Layla’s figure sitting in front of him, sitting legs crossed. Wearing a blue sundress and hair combed back. Although his vision was blurred he could tell she was giving him a sympathetic look. His face was swollen due to landing face first on a stone floor, and all his muscles were tight and stiff. Layla was amazed by the physically beaten boy that lay in front of her, his character and will was something of that she had never seen before. He pushed himself to the breaking point to save his mother’s life. And indeed he had. “My... Mother...” Sam spoke softly. Layla reached out and grabbed Sam’s hand as his muscles gave way and he began to fall backwards. She leaned in and pressed her shoulder against his chest and wrapped her arms around him for support. “She’s fine now, she fell ill but Gerald was able to give her the medicine she needed, because of you.” Layla assured him. “Gerald told me what you did how, you ran all the way to his house for your mother." His head lay softly on Layla’s, her hair smelt like fresh flowers. In this moment he felt no pain. Tears boiled to the surface of his eyes, the sudden realization that he had saved his mother’s life shocked him. Sam was beyond proud, he felt invincible. He tilted his head towards the farmhouse. Layla looked sympathetically at him again, reached up and brushed Sam’s tears away with one swipe of her thumb. She didn’t have to say a word; her smile said more than words ever could. “Can I see her?” Sam asked, as he looked down into Layla’s deep green eyes. “Sure, as soon as we can get you on your feet. You’ve been out cold all night and afternoon. I had Gerald help me carry you out here so perhaps the sun and mist from the sea might perhaps wake you.” Sam went to laugh, but decided it would be a bad idea considering the condition of his muscles. So he smiled a true smile, and let out a sigh of relief.
Sam was stunned by how close he and Layla had become in only a short period of time. He wrapped his arms around her and tugged her backwards to the ground. She let out a scream followed immediately by a laugh. Sam’s back landed with a thud, but he didn’t care. Layla’s head rested perfectly on his shoulder. She looked up at him again stared deeply into his eyes. “I love your eyes.” She said. Sam gave a questioning look, “why, what makes them so special?” He replied. “They’re just beautiful, they’re blue. Like the ocean. I can’t look away.” Although Layla’s eyes were not blue, he shared the mutual feeling that he also could not look away. Her eyes were deep green, which looked as if they held the wonder and mystery of the world. There was certainly something beautiful and special about her eyes, Sam just couldn’t place it. “Your eyes are green, like a swamp.” Sam said. Layla gasped, and then burst out laughing. He realized that he had in fact compared her eyes to one of the most avoided and disgusting, yet green, natural environments. “I’m sorry; it must have been the blow to my head.” Sam stated. “Sure” Layla said drawn out while laughing.
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