Imprisoned Love 2

Her Happiness

Author's Note: These past two months have been rough (which I believe is reflected pretty heftily in this chapter) but writing is a very scary yet perfect way for me to prevent myself from repressing my emotions, and so it's slightly more angsty (and confusing) than other chapters.

I had originally planned a very different ending to this story, but no matter which way I tried, it wasn't working out, so I stopped trying to force an ending and let it flow on its own. I do, however, assure you there's gonna be a much happier epilogue so it's not completely over yet!

I also wanted to thank you all for being so supportive and patient throughout the duration of this book, especially to those who left all those incredible reviews and those who reminded me of this story when I'd temporarily strayed away from it.

Life's way too short, so hope you all make the most of it with the people, places, and things you love x

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{Present - 11:42PM}

Tori's POV:

"Jade.." My voice is barely above a whisper. My feet fumble to stand upright whilst she stands so broken and distraught, eyes red from crying and a painful look in her eyes. The exact look that I tried to avoid with no such luck.

I was stupid to think that she'd actually listen to me. Of course she'd come looking for me when I specifically made it obvious for her not to. Of course she'd find me.

So why'd I still come here?

'Cause despite knowing all those things.. a part of me, all of me, hoped that she'd follow me. That she'd defy my wishes and would leave everything behind to fight for me despite how unreasonable I'd been all day.

Call me selfish I don't care. All I care about right in this moment, is that she's here.

Although, I didn't exactly present her with the world's greatest search party just to retrieve me from my, our, hiding spot. 

Of course I came to our spot. Every night in fact. Every night to wallow in my tears. Reminisce about a happier time. Smile to myself at the memories. Remind myself that life wasn't always so suckish. 

Every single night for the past few months I'd spent at least an hour in this exact spot. Allowing myself to feel all my feelings. Allowing myself to let it all out. Especially after holding it in for so long, it felt nice to not have to act strong in this very spot.

Every single night for the past few months I'd sat in this spot. A spot that was once called our spot. A spot where we'd surrendered ourselves to each other entirely. Sharing our thoughts. Hopes. Dreams. Ambitions. Everything.

This spot is the definition of our underlying trust.

We never fought here. Not once.

As cheesy as it sounds, we refused to let this spot mean anything else other than our safe place. A place where we could talk to each other, laugh with each other, and be with each other without a care in the world. 

Every single night for the past few months I stared up at the stars with teary eyes. Sometimes they were happy tears. Most times they were agonizingly painful. Nevertheless, I'd cherish the feeling of the cool breeze caressing my skin, clearing my head from the hundreds of problems my life had brought upon me. More like, the problems I had brought upon my life.