The Colors In Her Voice

☆Bonus Chapter 02☆

This happens after chapter 49. During the finals.

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Mason's POV:-

Today was my last paper and it was finally over. Like I got the moment to just take a pause and breathe for myself. The whole examination week was hard to deal with. Not because of "exams" but because of a certain someone. I had tried texting Rachel but she hadn't answered any of my messages.

As soon as I'd come back from London, I was looking forward to seeing all Bethany, Dylan and Rachel but especially Rachel. Albeit on my first day here, I saw her laughing at something Dylan was saying. It wasn't a flirtatious laugh but a genuine one. Like something had truly amused her. 

I'd admit that I did get jealous and that exact emotion stopped me from going to her. It was as if she'd finally moved on from me and for some reason that wretched my heart.

Ever since the past few months, every time I would smile, her doleful face would appear behind my eyes as if reminding me that I didn't deserve this happiness.

That night when she had confessed her true feelings toward me, my heart rate had spiked up and something in my soul was awakened. I had almost kissed her at that moment but I couldn't do that to her. Not after breaking her heart.

I hadn't realized what that feeling was. Not unless I was left all alone. That's when I understood that I love this girl. 'I love Rachel.'

When I looked at her closely, I realized that her smiles were clipped and her laughs were short. She didn't seem like her usual self and I blamed myself for that entirely.

Which was why I've been keeping my distance from her this whole week. I just satiated myself by looking at her beautiful face. It somehow soothed my insides.

Took me long enough to come to the conclusion that I reciprocate her feelings but I was stupidly blinded and now she has nothing to do with me anymore. The reason why she hasn't replied to a single message of mine.

Looking at her face took me back to the time when we'd shared our first kiss. I could never forget any of our kisses. They always snap before my eyes every time I go to sleep. However, I was hurt when she'd told her mom that she didn't like me. I had been actually anticipating her yes. I've always had a feeling that she liked me but I wanted to hear it from her lips though that doesn't matter anymore.

She must have felt my stare because at that exact moment, she glanced in my direction but I hastily hid behind a pillar before she could see me. Exhaling a heavy breath, I leaned my head against it and stuffed my hands in my pockets. That's when I felt a crumpled piece of paper in one of my pockets. With furrowed brows, I removed it. Quickly opening the sheet, I read its contents.

A tear rolled down my cheek when I read the poem scrawled on the sheet that I had written for Rachel on my flight the night she'd confessed to me about her true feelings.

Oh, beautiful girl,
You've put my mind in a whirl.
All our memories flashing back,
Like the movies in a DVD stack.

Oh, beautiful girl,
You've let my heart unfurl.
Your smiles strengthen me,
When I feel like I am a part of the debris.

Oh, beautiful girl,
You've changed my world.
The stars remind me of you,
And my love for you is true.
I just never knew.

A smile instantly lit up my features and I dared myself to look at her one last time. As I gazed around, I saw her exiting the school gates with the skateboard in her hands. I chuckled at her trademark board.

I was brought out of my incessant staring when I heard my cell phone ringing. Retrieving it from my pocket, I saw my editor calling me. I sighed and closed my eyes because I didn't feel like talking to him right now.

The moment the call ended, I checked my inbox in the hopes of getting a message from Rachel but like usual, it was empty. I couldn't help but feel disappointed. My hands hovered over the keyboard to type out a random message but it would do no good to anyone.

I was about to put the phone back in my pocket when I started having a second thought. "Fuck it," I muttered and typed out a message.

I miss you and I love you, Rach. - M.

The thing was, I didn't send that message as I knew that even though Rachel never replies to me, she always reads them. I was sure about it because the feeling inside my heart told me that she sees each and every word I send her. The reason I couldn't bring myself to toy with her heart again.

With another heavy sigh, I cleared the message and anticipated for that one day. The day when I'd be able to tell her my feelings for her without any hindrances.

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And now I'm officially ending this book here :) Hope y'all enjoyed it!!💙💙❄️❄️