Déja Vu

Nine

I really need one convincing reason of why would I spend over half an hour in the same paragraph. I've already changed a lot of things and added a few details but I still don't like it. Grandma made me promise to send a short story to the head of our English department. It has already been a month since I was ditched by Josette and grandma wants me to stand up again and continue running as if nothing happened. Grans, I need my time to heal. Nick said that Josette doesn't deserve any healing time over four hours, but still. I've texted Adam about it three days ago, but he still hasn't responded. I was worried about him to be honest, I even called but he didn't answer. He might be busy; exams are approaching so yeah.

I grab my notebook where I store all my ideas and scan through it. Zero motivation literally. I thought about sending that one I've been working on but that's the exact same one Josette almost puked on, so no not taking the risk. Merging two ideas might be a good idea as well...I think?
There is a light tap on my room's door. I rush to open it to avoid waking Olivia up from her nap. I'd like my organs in their place. I swing the door open before mum stomps in. She spots Olivia sleeping so she backs away and lowers her voice while talking. Yup, the scary short one.

"Your friend is here to see you." My mum says as I leave the room, closing the door behind me.

"Who?" I don't have much friends. If it was Nick, he could've been all the way up here by now. And would've probably woken Olivia up and is getting beaten right now. Carson doesn't know where I live, I'm not even quite sure if we're that close. We just talk sometimes.

"Adam." She smiles "He refused to come in and insisted that you meet him outside." My eyes widen as a black hole. I run down the stairs, almost tripping on my own leg and falling face first. But I managed to keep my balance as I flew the door open. Adam is standing there, backpack on his back with a cap on. Almost the same as I first met him, but this time he has Mozzarella on his arms.

"Come in." I give him a warm smile. It hits me now that I'm wearing an oversized pink hoodie with yellow pajama shorts and flip flops. Definitely not the best condition he can see me in. But boy has seen me cry before, nothing worse than that.

"I would prefer if you come out." He returns my smile with a dim tired one. I do as he wishes, closing the door behind me and jogging like a child down the stairs. I stand in front of him, trying to study the look on his face.

"Excuse my look," I tell him "I haven't been paying much attention to my appearance these days. Quite busy."
"I know" He shifts from one foot to another "I read your message. Do you have a story line ready?"
"No, not yet."
"Well, I'm sure you'll rock it." His replies are so dry. He tries to shorten his phrases as possible. For a split second, I thought that he didn't want to talk to me. But he came here himself. I tilt my head, trying to get a better view of his eyes. He darts his eyes from me, looking down at his shoes.

"Why didn't you reply?" I ask him.

"Because," His lips make a thin line as he inhales a huge gasp of air. He closes his eyes to exhale then opens them once more, completely avoiding my eyes since he arrived here "I'm leaving." I suddenly feel something clutch in my chest. Leaving? I try to maintain my breathing, pushing away the negative thoughts of my mind. He didn't mean he's leaving me, of course he can't. He can't be abandoning those roses we've planted together. I search his face, for any sign, any sign I might've gotten the wrong idea.
"Where?" I stare at him, he's still avoiding my eyes.

"Texas."

"Till when?" He doesn't respond, eyes on the ground. There is a hot steam rising within me that I can't seem to control.

He is leaving.

And I? Just had to find out now. We all know he meant migrating, but I'm still holding onto that ray of hope till it fades. I wrap my arms around my body as I stare at him in frustration.