This is the last time I'll be posting in this book guys. No sequals, no other posts. This is the ending. I know the last chapter was quite depressing, so I apologize. I will try to give this a better feel, a happier theme.
3rd person pov**
Caspar had dragged his feet across the granite on the road, kicking a pebble as he went. His hands were tucked into his jacket pockets, it was a cold day in London, the weather was never perfect though.
Caspar sighed for the millionth time. He was bored. Ever since the incident with Joe he had completely shut everyone out. He didn't want to talk about his feelings as much as everyone assumed, he didn't want sympathy, he didn't want sad or knowing looks. He wanted Joe. Even after all this time he misses him.
He misses visiting him. But what's the point in going if he freaks out when he sees you because he doesn't know you. It hurts Caspar to know that joe doesn't remember him.
Caspar blankly stares down at the pebble he had been kicking, it had disappeared. Without him knowing, just slipped away. Just as I had with, Joe. Caspar thought.
Where did it go wrong?
I sighed as I came upon the place where Joe was staying.
I quickly turned to walk away but stopping once the image of Joe being upset and lonely in his room.
I turned back around and it seemed my body was put into auto pilot as I walked up to the front desk.
"What room is Joe Sugg in?"
"Room C14."
My feet strides towards the elevator. Once in pressing the number two button, taking me to the second floor. The metal doors opened revealing the plain white wall.
I dragged myself down the boring hallway, running my fingers against the room numbers.
I stopped, once reaching my destination and leaning my weight against the door. I gently knocked hearing nothing in response. I slowly opened the door.
The sight was absolutely saddening. Joe sat up on his uncomfortable bed staring straight at the blank wall in front of him.
I dragged a chair over to him then sit, still not catching his attention.
"Joe?"
He slowly moved his gaze from the wall to me, taking in my appearance. I smiled warmly at him.
"Who are you?" He asks.
I frown.
"I'm Caspar,"
His gaze still on me making me nervous for his next response.
"I don't know any Caspar's."
"Now you do." I try to pretend to be happy. But my voice coming out monotone.
His frown deepens.
"You sound dead."
"You look dead." Did I really just say that.. I mentally face palm. Why would I say that.
He looks away from me, sending his gaze back to the white wall.
I slowly get up.
"Why're you leaving?"
"Why would I stay?"
He looks over at me again, looking up since I was now standing.
"For me,"
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I woke up to a yell, "Caspar get up! Zoe's on her way over!" Joe?
I slowly got out of bed and followed the voice. Joe was sat on the couch watch tv.
"How was your sleep?"
"It was- Something else.." He makes a weird face.
"Right.. Help me clean up the flat. Zoe'll be here in a bit."
A/N
Sucky ending.. I was gonna make a major plot twist, but then there would need to be a sequel.
I'm actually starting to like Jaspar again..
I want to write another book, but I feel like I'll end up not liking this ship as much again..
What do you guys think?
Should I write more jaspar, or nah?
