Like ocean to me

chapter 33

Emily p.o.v

In no time I find myself walking through the city in direction of the river. I probably shouldn't go there, it'll only make memories with Andrew flow up, and I was really hoping I could forget him.

The streets are busy with people having fun, most of them are already wasted by now and that gets me thinking that it must be really late, and then that I don't have my phone to check the time.

After a while I start leaving town behind, I remember walking exactly this path the night Andrew found out about what I could do. I clearly remember the way that, looking up at the stars, I felt like I could see the whole universe. Now, looking up I can only see clouds. It might start raining soon.

No, it can't rain, that'd be too much of a cliché wouldn't it?

Now, out of the city, I walk beside the river, hypnotized by it. I almost slip on a bit of grass and decide that maybe I should consider looking ahead. But something catches my eye, making me let my pan fall onto the floor. someone.

And of course that someone had to be Andrew. It's always him, showing up out of nowhere with his hair looking perfect. Well not exactly perfect, but perfect to me, and that pisses me off even more. 

He's right on the other side of the river. He broke the rule. But of course he did, Andrew is now a pro at doing unexpected things. But it's a silly rule anyway, isn't it? So easy to brake and so harmless at its surface, none of us ever broke it tho and seeing him brake it without me is even worse. It pains me to see him on the other side, so close but in a place where I can't reach him.

And so, I flip him off. That's right, that motherfucker can go fuck himself.

Andrew p.o.v

And then, after staring at me for a minute, in all her grace, she flips me off.

Why is she so angry at me suddenly? I mean, from her perspective I was just brainwashed, so why is she angry?

I shrug my shoulders at her indicating that I have no idea why she is mad, and, instead of disappearing, the middle finger is accompanied by another, formed by her left hand.

Emily p.o.v

oh so now you're acting dumb, here goes another one then, I think, extending my other finger.

You know exactly what you did and you're lucky you're on the other side of that river otherwise I'd smack you.

Andrew p.o.v

Maybe she assumed I was working with the cretors. If she did I don't blame her, she's only being rational.

Now flying would come in handy, but all I have is a cat noir alike power. Cathaclism ! I wish I could tell her that, I'm sure it'd make her laugh.

I wish we had more time.

Emily p.o.v

Even tho I'm extending both my middle fingers at him, Andrew is still looking at me with loving, regretting eyes, and I can't help but feel myself start to lower them.

Truth is that if there was a bridge here, or if I could fly (or if more conveniently, we were on the same side of the river) I wouldn't smack or kick him (ok, maybe kick him out of pure fury)  but I would instead, ask him to explain why he did what he did, why he's doing what his doing.

Andrew p.o.v

I look away from her to stare at the sky, I cant bear it anymore, her broken look, the way her eyes are asking something from me, something that I know I can't give. I focus on the sky instead, it has cleared up and now the stars have come back, I'm glad it didn't rain, I'm sure Emily would've thought that was too much of a cliché.

Emily p.o.v

Andrew isn't looking into my eyes anymore, but something in me didn't want him to stop. that's right, you should be ashamed. Looking at him staring at the sky like he does when he's thinking makes my eyes swell up with more tears, I'll never be next to him while he's thinking again, he has chosen his side, and he didn't chose mine. He has managed to turn us into star crossed lovers. But what lovers? This is a one sided, it was all fake.

I can't look at him anymore either. This won't be my last time seeing him, Nia and Madison are covering his boss in mud, he'll come back for him. i need him to come back for him, and maybe me too.

I can't stay here anymore, and so, I start to turn around to leave but his voice holds me in place.

- wait - Andrew shouts from the other side, extending his hand as if he was close enough to grab my hand and keep me close.

Andrew p.o.v

I can't let her leave like this, I know I should, this could be our ending, a silent and mutual ending, perfect. Put I don't want it, not like this. 

We can't be together, at least not for now. Definitely not until I figure out all this cretor stuff, but I'm not ready for us tor his moment to end. Emily turns around once again and looks at me with tears in her eyes, her face clearly asks 'why are you doing this to me?' and I can't answer. Maybe it's in my blood, making people hurt, hurting her until she can't take it.

When I don't respond, she turns away from me again and slowly starts going back, a shooting star making its way right above her. 

- I wish we had more time - I sigh to myself.