Mia's POV
Always, Forever, Never.
Three simple words, but probably the most overused ones in the English language besides I love you.
"I'll always be there for you."
"I'll never hurt you."
"I could love you forever."
People throw these words around like they only exist to add emphasis. Like they're just things that we say to make sure people know how invested we are. But these words mean something.
They mean an eternity.
And I doubt many people think about that when they're using them.
I do. Or I try to at least.
So when I said that I could love Hunter forever, I meant it. And I don't know if I'll ever be able to stop.
Today is the first Monday back to school since it happened.
I'm terrified to see him, but unfortunately, I have no choice but to suck it up and deal with it.
Something I discovered the first time I got my heart broken is that time doesn't stop moving just because you do.
You can sit there and cry, or stare into space, or drive yourself crazy wondering why these kinds of things happen as long as you want, but that doesn't mean that time won't pass while you do it.
Time doesn't stand still just because something terrible happened. It keeps moving, and as long as we're alive, we have no choice but to move with it.
So, this time, I choose to do just that. Move with it rather than wait around until I'm forced to.
After finally convincing myself to get out of bed, I dress and braid my hair to the side before heading downstairs to face my family.
In the interest of convincing them that nothing's wrong, I put on a brave, impassive face, force myself to eat a few bites of breakfast, and quickly leave the house before I risk crying in front of them. That would lead to too many questions that I just don't feel like answering.
As I walk down the street, I can't help but wonder why this had to happen to me. Of all people, why me?
Why did I have to end up with the guy who lies to me again? Why does it seem like guys never want me for anything other than their own selfish reasons? Is there something wrong with me? Did I do something to deserve this?
Why couldn't I just have my happy ending already? Haven't I been through enough?
Just then, a familiar car pulls up next to me, and unfortunately, it's not the car I want it to be.
The window rolls down, and I mirror it by rolling my eyes. Honestly, I don't feel like talking to anyone right now, but especially not to this person.
"Hey Mia, you need a ride?" Sean says from the driver's seat.
"I think I'm just going to walk," I reply, keeping my gaze straight ahead and continuing down the street.
"Come on, seriously?" he asks, driving slowly alongside me. "You can't still be mad at me."
"You didn't tell me," I say.
"I know, and I'm sorry. But I'm trying to make up for it now," he says. "So would you just let me?" I stop walking and turn to look at him.
Okay, here's the thing.
I've known Sean for a long time now. We broke up and got back together more times than I can even remember. One thing that I learned through all that time is that he's only ever nice or apologetic when he wants something. I know he's not just doing this out of the goodness of his heart, that's a no-brainer. The real question here is, do I care?
YOU ARE READING
Finding You
Teen Fiction"He rests his forehead on mine and closes his eyes. Instantly, my own eyes flutter shut. I can feel his lips so very near to my own. 'Mia..," he says, almost like a whisper, 'I'm not him.' I gasp as his lips almost brush mine. 'Please... I need you...
