Written on the Stars

Runaway Deamer

(Ivan's Pov)

*This chapter is loosely based on Amnesia by 5 seconds of summer.Honestly, I don't like the band but I love that song and I think it really matches with Monica and Ivan's story, which will be better explained in this chapter.Enjoy~

I admit, I'm lonely. You can't seem to get out of my mind where our old memories still stay, waiting for good memories to appear so that the only thing I think of isn't you.Are you still lonely?Like when we first met and I took away those feels?Or does he make you feel better?

Do you even remember when I took you to the airport where I watched you leave me and all the dreams that we had were abounded just like me?Like how we were planning on going to college together or living together at out first house? You probably don't because you moved on, forgetting me as if I was nothing, just dust in the air.

The tears running down your face once you left; were they real or just an illusion I made since the melancholy took over my body?

I don't know if to cry or smile once I think of our dance. I remembered you couldn't look at my face because you were too flustered to even speak. It was your first time dancing so I lead you. I smiled every time you would step on my foot or when you cleared your throat. After that, I took the honor of being your first dance.

Monica. That name made grief consume my body and life moved on without me. Every time I wake up I wish, I hope, I pray, that you are snuggled up against me with a small smile on your face. I forgot how it felt to love or to even feel.

The big smile on my face never reflected what I felt on the inside.My heart doesn't beat fast for anyone anymore because you took my heart to America with you and then you threw it away to hold another.

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(After Graduation)

"America?"I questioned, walking through the park, holding Monica's hand. Her baby blue eyes weren't the same ones I looked into the first day we met. They are now cold and an icy color that didn't give me comfort anymore. Her wavy hair that went to her shoulders was now a pixie cut that wasn't as soft as her old blonde locks.

"I can't stay here anymore," Monica muttered, releasing my hand. If I knew that that was the last time I'll ever hold her hand than I wouldn't allow her to go.

"Why?"I asked astonished that she'll even make a brass decision like that.

"I can't find the happiness that use to lay here."She explained, looking at the leaves that blew in the Autumn wind

"I'm not enough?"I looked down at the stone pathway.

"Ivan," She paused,"This town feels so sad and I feel sad. I can't stay here where memories keep coming back and haunting me. I need to start over, away from this place, these people."

I breathed in deeply,"What about our memories?Aren't they good enough?"I sobbed as I watched my world stop moving.

She replied,"They are great and I'll miss them but I need to start a new."

"What about our dreams like owning a house together or going to college together?What about them!?"I yelled at her, tears rolled down my face.

"We were immature teenagers when we made them."She said calmly.

"Can I come?"

"No, I need to be alone."She shook her head.

"Is this the end for us?"I cried, sitting on a park bench. I rested my head in my hands.

She let out a sigh."For now, maybe I'll come back. I don't know if I will, I'd rather leave the memories here."

"Can I call?"I whimpered.

"I'll call once I'm ready, but until then; no."Her words brought tears to my eyes.

She never did.

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I wasn't trying to make Monica a bitch or anything, but she came off a bit bitchy, honestly. I'm sorry for that. I wanted ti dive into Ivan's Pov because I wanted more of his side and his mindset. It was quite fun to write the first part. All I had to do was think of all those slugs that left me in school and write about them.

~Leah