The second chance love

Impossible

Tristan

Nothing. I have found absolutely no sign of Carley. I spent a month on each island, hours every day in the water, even went as far as asking around about any bodies found, but no one has heard about a body washing up in the past five years. I know a month is not enough time to search through every bit of detail, but I needed to come home and go over my plan again. I have been planning this for years, but when I couldn't find any sign of her after months of looking, I felt lost. Now here I am again in my lab, wondering if I will ever be able to bring Carley home with me. A knock on my door has me lifting my head, only to groan when my father walks in. He looks around, a frown pulling on his lips. I know my father is disappointed that I decided to work in a lab rather than an office, but I want to find a way to get Carley, I can't do that when I am stuck behind a desk piled with papers and emails. I need the freedom to move from one place to the next and to travel constantly. I need the freedom to work from just about anywhere.

"I heard you went back to Spain. Did you find anything?" He asks. I don't bother to ask how he knows that I left for Spain. For all I know, my father is having me followed, seeing as he wants to keep me alive to fill his shoes when he leaves this earth.

"I didn't find anything of use, no, but I am upgrading my equipment. It is only a matter of time until I find her." My father clearly knows what I am trying to do, otherwise he wouldn't waste his time to come here himself.

"You need to stop looking for her and move on with your life." He says, sounding annoyed.

"I need to find her. That is all I need to do. I don't think I can ever move on unless I bring her home and if that means I need to search the deepest parts of the ocean to find her, then I will do just that." I tell him, not giving a rat's ass about what he thinks is best for me.

"When you went into marine biology, I thought it would make you realize just how pointless it would be to keep looking for her. She is gone, son, and nothing you do now can bring her back. Even if you get her corpse, which I might just add is without a doubt only a pile of bones by now, it will mean nothing. It won't take away your pain and it won't heal your heart. If anything, this obsession you have with finding her will only drive you insane. There is no point in trying to find her, no reason for you to drive yourself mad, trying to find a body that has no soul attached to it." He gives me the same speech he gave me years ago when he pulled back his resources, putting an end to Carley's search. When I don't give my father a reaction, he sighs and pushes his fingers through his hair. He used to have the same black hair as I have, but now it is peppered with gray hair. While my father stares at me, I actually take him in, really looking at him for the first time since Carley. He looks like he has aged twenty years in the last five years. He looks tired and empty. "We miss you, Tristan. Your mother cries nearly every night because she feels like she has lost you for good. We hardly see you anymore and when we do, you can't look either of us in the eye. We need you to come home, son." Home, Carley is my home. I haven't felt home in a very long time.

"I will make sure to visit you before I leave again. I promise." I really don't want to, but I know I can't avoid my parents forever. "The sooner I find Carley, the sooner I will be able to live with myself. I need to do this, dad. Please, let me do this." I wish he could understand, but I know he never will. My parents might respect each other to some degree, but they never loved each other. My father has never loved someone more than he loves himself and my mother is obsessed with anything that money can buy. They married for money and status and nothing else.

"Carley wouldn't have wanted this life for you, Tristan. She would've wanted you to let her go and move on." He leaves me with those last few words, and I try not to throw any of my tools at his head. He doesn't know what Carley would've wanted. He never truly got to know her. But he isn't wrong, Carley wouldn't have wanted this life for me. Too bad she isn't here to tell me.

It has been two weeks since my father's appearance and I still haven't gone home. Instead, I have been spending my days upgrading my equipment. Today, however, I will be spending time with our new recruits. According to my boss, they will only be here for a few months, only helping on the weekends, but they are willing to take some of the workload off our shoulders, making it easier for me to focus on my tasks. Why I was chosen to train these recruits, I have no idea, but complaining about it won't change a thing.

I drink my cup of coffee, trying to wake up my tired mind. I make my way to the building, rubbing my blurry eyes, when I see three figures standing at the door, chatting amongst themselves. I guess these are the new recruits. I stop a few feet away, look up at the sky and beg for strength to get me through the day and then I look back at the group, nearly dropping what is left of my coffee when I see the girl that sat next to me on the Ferrie the day I made my way to Ibiza. She smiles at me and waves her hand, looking excited. I swear this girl is stalking me. There is no way that this is a coincidence. She practically skips towards me, thrusting her hand out at me. "Hi, I am Macy. We have met a few times now. Funny how small this world is." She says, but she doesn't look surprised at all to see me. She steps to the side, looking back at the two that are left. The woman stands with her back to me, still chatting to the man that has his eyes focused on her. "Riley! Corbin! Can the two of you get your asses here?" Macy shouts, and when the woman turns around, I actually do drop my coffee. The woman quickly runs to pick up my discarded cup and I want to help her, but I can't get my f*****g body to move. Instead, I stare at her, even as she hands me the cup back. I can't get my fingers to move as I stare at her, my world falling apart as I stare at the same green eyes that were filled with fear the last time I saw them.

"Carley?" Impossible.