"He'd gone to that well for water daily, for the past five years. It was only today that fate would lead him to meet her there."
As Cameron made his way to the well that spring morning, he thought of what had transpired the day before. The day began just like any other day, he woke up at sunrise and prepared for a long day at the farm. As he made his way out the back door, he was stopped by a knock at the front door. Cameron moved his fingers through his stringy blonde hair and took a breath. He walked over to the front door and opened the door. It was the Sheriff.
"Morning Cam. Mind if I come in?"
Cam cleared his throat. "I'm fixin' to tend to the farm. What's going on?"
Cameron motioned for the Sherriff to come in. The Sherriff walked in and took his hat off. "Cam, I wish I was here under different circumstances. See, I got a report from the Sherriff in the next town over. He said there was a wreckage on the main road. It was your parents' transport. I'm sorry."
Cameron dropped down to his knees as tears welled up in his eyes. His parents had gone to visit his sick aunt in the next town over and were expected back this afternoon. Cameron wiped the tears from his eyes and forced himself up to stand. "Thank you. I'll follow behind you to the town office."
The Sherriff nodded. "Okay. Again, I'm sorry young man. You have an entire town that will help you through this. Your family is well-respected and loved in these parts."
Cameron nodded. "Thank you for your kindness." Cameron was still in shock. His parents were dead, and at 17, he wasn't sure how he was going to get through this. The only thing he knew for sure is that he would honor his parents every chance he got.
As Cameron reached the well, townsfolk stared and offered Cameron an encouraging smile. Cameron nodded as he forced himself not to cry. He felt his already swollen eyes fill up with tears. He fixed his bucket and filled it with well water. Suddenly, he felt someone bump into him. He turned forcibly, and was faced with a petite, longhaired brunette.
"My apologies, sir! Are you okay?" Cameron put the bucket down and wiped tears away from his eyes. "No harm done here." Cameron felt himself falling under the spell of this stranger's beauty. She looked to be about the same age as Cameron. She had long, curly brown hair, blue eyes, and was dressed in a white buttoned blouse, blue jeans, and black shoes.
"Sir, you've been crying. Are you sure I didn't hurt you? I am somewhat clumsy."
Cameron forced a half-smile. "No ma'am, I wasn't sad about that. What's your name?"
The young woman smiled "I'm Belinda. My family just moved to these parts. I think we are neighbors. You live in that white house near the creek, right?"
Cameron nodded. "Yes. My name is Cameron."
Belinda smiled. "Nice to meet you, Cameron. Want to come over for some tea?"
Cameron looked into her blue eyes. "I'd love to."
Belinda and Cameron walked the long dirt road back to their houses. They didn't talk much. Belinda sensed that Cameron was dealing with something devastating and didn't want to probe the matter while they walked. Cameron brought the bucket of water into his house as Belinda waited on the front porch. She noticed presents and notes surrounding the porch and entryway. She noticed a newspaper next to her right foot and picked it up. On the front page, it read: "Beloved Parker couple lost in transport wreck. Couple survived by son Cameron." She noticed a picture of the Parker family next to the headline. Belinda put the pieces together and figured out why Cameron is so sad. She felt herself well up with tears.
Moments later, Cameron emerged from the house, noticing that Belinda was reading the newspaper. "Where'd you get that?"
Belinda dropped the newspaper, feeling an increase in anxiety build inside her. "It was next to my foot and I noticed the picture. Cameron, I am so sorry for your loss. I can understand if you don't feel up to coming over for tea."
Cameron reached out for her hand. "No, I can come over. I know my parents wouldn't want me to be sitting in the house all day, void of all human contact. My parents were very sociable people. They said that even in the darkest of time, you shouldn't dwell. You should embrace life."
Belinda squeezed his hand. "They sound like they were special people."
Cameron smiled. "They were. I was blessed with two incredible parents. It's hard to remember their message when I'm heartbroken that they are gone"
Belinda nodded. "I can imagine. My grandparents were similar. They were also lost in a wreckage. We were very close. It's been 6 months."
Cameron wiped a tear from the side of his eye. "Does it get easier?"
Belinda shrugged her shoulders. "I wish I could tell you that it does. The one thing I do is try to live for them and honor them with everything I do."
Cameron felt a warmth rise within him. Who was this girl standing in front of him? It was almost as if she had been placed in his life by his parents. She seemed to have the same ideals and morals as he had. He looked into her blue eyes. "It's so strange that I lose my parents one day, and I meet you the next."
Belinda smiled. "I was thinking the same thing."
Both smiled awkwardly and made their way to Belinda's gray house.
Belinda and Cameron talked for hours about life, Cameron's parents, and Belinda's grandparents. They sat on Belinda's back porch swing, watching the sunset. Cameron couldn't get over how comfortable he felt with Belinda. He was mesmerized by her beauty, and transfixed on how beautiful her soul is. Cameron looked up at the sky, quietly wishing for a sign that Belinda was sent by his parents. Suddenly, a shooting star streaked across the sky. Cameron's heart jumped into his throat and he felt himself tremble. Belinda looked at him, inquisitively. "Did you make a wish?"
Cameron looked at Belinda and smiled. "I think it already came true." Belinda laid her head down on Cameron's broad shoulders. Cameron gently squeezed Belinda's hand. They rocked in the porch swing and fell asleep.