They were all lies

14|The end

¤MELANIE¤

The next morning I wake up, my pajamas wet with tears. Cissa and Bella are nowhere to be found, and I don't care. I stand up out of my bed, struggling slightly. I gather my hair, trying to put it up in a ponytail and quickly giving up. What's the point? I change my clothes and put on a black turtleneck, with black leggings. I look like a ghost, in black. A ghost going to a funeral. Who's funeral? Mine. Afternoon, it's the afternoon. I can tell by the sun, glowing just a bit less than usual. I rub my eyes, opening the door and slowly walking down the stairs. I ignore the concerning and amused eyes and whispers, ignoring them all. Why should I care about what they say, think? I don't even care about what I say, think. I only care for one little thing- one little person. Which, just so happens to be reading a book by a table. I stand there for a minute, not caring how creepy I look. I haven't seen in him weeks- months? I finally walk up to him, hesitantly sitting down. He looks up, his grey eyes looking extremely tired. 

"Reg-"

"No." He says, getting up from his seat. I stand up quickly right after him.

"No, please Reg!" I cry out, taking his hand into mine. It's extremely cold, like a dead corpse. He stops, slowly turning towards me. I don't care that everyone is looking at us, I don't care that everyone can see me crying like a little stupid baby- I don't. The only thing that I care about....is him. 

"I really can't." He says, wrangling out of my grip and walking out of the common room. 

"Reg!" I hopelessly cry over and over, following him through the empty halls. I finally catch up to him, tugging on his sleeve as hard as I can. I immediately regret it, as I have ripped more than half of his sleeve off. And there it is. Painted onto his pale skin, for all to see. The dark mark. His hand covers his arm fast, but not fast enough. I've already saw it, and he knows. 

"Reg...." I sob, looking into his eyes. Looking straight into his eyes, trying to find something- anything. I don't, I just see regret. He walks up to me, his hand still covering his arm. 

"Mel, you weren't supposed to see..." his voice trails off, frantically looking around the hallway. There's no point, no one is here. I try to sob quietly, I really do. But my mind keeps on going to his mark, carved into his smooth, pale skin. How long? 

"Don't worry though." He starts, his voice going a few octaves higher. "Don't you worry Mel- I have a plan. I have a plan, but I can't tell you it. But- I promise, you'll figure it out." His words in jumbles. 

"Reggie-"

"I love you." And just like that, time freezes yet agian. My heart is stuck on those three words, and I don't see him running. Don't see him running away and running out of the school. Looking back on this day I wish I had done something. Grabbed him, held him, kissed him. Because that was the last day I ever saw him. Those three words were the last ever words spoken between us. I still remember the feeling I felt when I first started talking to him. And that feeling burns through my body, painfully reminding me that he's gone. He's gone and he's not coming back. I fell in love with his voice, how raspy it was in the morning. His grey eyes, that looked infinite whenever he was looking at me. His cute freckles, that were only visible if you looked hard enough. I fell in love with the way he touched me without using his hands. He was never mine, but losing him tore me apart. Broke my heart- shattered it. I try not to miss him, I try to let go. But in the end he's always on my mind.