ALEAH POV
I woke up that morning with the sickest feeling in my stomach. I made a huge mistake. I crept down stairs and looked over to the couch where phil was sleeping. He looked so happy. My mom and brother were at a soccer tournament, my first time home alone and I brought a boy into the house. I didn't have feelings for phil, at the moment it was intense and I will admit I was stunned. But now, no. I know how he feels, but I don't. My heart is not in that spot right now, my heart is not with him. I left a note. I couldn't do this face to face. I was awful, I packed his stuff and wrote, "phil, I'm sorry. I can't do this. I felt for a moment but that was all, I don't love you like you love me. And as much as I wish I could change that I can't. I'm sorry, don't hate me. please leave, it's best for both of us. -Aleah" I felt awful but this is what I had to do. It wasn't right to lead him on. I hid in the laundry room till he left. And he called me. I picked up. "So this is what I get? I give you my heart and you take it just to throw it away? Your not who I thought you were aleah." I felt so bad. "Phil, you came here out of the blue and I didn't know what to do but try to give you my heart, and I couldn't. At least I tried so give me that. I just want to be friends." He sighed. "But why aleah? We can make this work." He pleaded. "No, phil. I just got out of an abusive relationship. I was traumatized. And I can't recover this fast. I tried the best I could and it isn't going to happen so please, go back to London. Carry on with your life. As far as I'm concerned I'd just be wrecking it. You don't need me, you deserve someone better." This was hard. "I still love you." He said shakily. "Goodbye, Phil." And with that, I hung up.
