How do you deal with something impossible?
After all, “impossible” things do happen. Getting that A on a test that you didn’t study hard enough for, for example, or finding a totally unexpected friendship in the midst of a group of people you’ve never been able to stand. Both are kind of impossible, but they happened for Julie.
For Julie, just meeting and falling in love with Sam Obayashi was impossible. All the pieces had to fall together perfectly for it to happen. But it happened.
And in each of those impossible cases—the test, the friendship, Sam—Julie had to decide what to do next.
With the lucky test, it drove her to study harder next time and keep the streak going. The friendship? She invested time and saw it grow. With Sam, their connection led to something of a total life-goal transformation. Because let’s face it, there are so many new possibilities in the face of impossible teen love.
Then Sam died in a car accident.
And that was the most impossible and completely horrible thing Julie could never imagine. All their plans for college, for getting out of town together, for taking a trip to Japan together, for spending forever together; it was all blipped out of existence in a heartbeat when that speeding truck crossed a double highway line. Impossible.
Since that day, Julie’s life has pretty much stopped, too. The heartbreak and grief consume her. She hasn’t been able to move, much less talk to others. She couldn’t even attend Sam’s funeral. She’s a hollow shell of a 17-year-old girl. Sitting on her bed day after day. Staring at the wall.
All she can do is remember his sweet smile, his gentle hand wrapped in hers, his voice—all tumbling over and over in her head. It’s like having an unquenchable thirst for the impossible. Julie can’t and never will have Sam back again.
The only thing she can hope for is to maybe hear his voice one more time before his parents shut his phone down. She reaches for her phone and calls his voicemail, just to hear him say Hello, this is Sam one last time. Or maybe two times. Three?
But when Julie calls the number, something unexpected happens: someone answers.
Julie … Are you there?
That voice, it’s faint and raspy like the murmur of the ocean in a seashell, but Julie knows that voice like her own. She’s heard it a thousand times on this very phone. But it couldn’t be … Sam?
Can you hear me? he says. Julie?
It’s not a recording or a message. It’s not a trick. That’s Sam. Her Sam. And in one instant all the feelings and unsaid things that Julie has had bottled up for the last torment-filled week splash out like an ice-cold, salty wave on a sunbaked beach. It’s Sam!
Of course, it’s also completely and utterly impossible!
So, how does Julie deal with that?