𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐨

Part 10 ~ Smile (Final)

Charlotte's Point Of View ~ 

I feel a gentle twitch of my fingers as I open my eyes slowly. My head is placed on one pillow while my arm is laying across another one. My blanket around me, making me feel so warm . . feeling like it's my own little cocoon. I sit up and rub my eyes, moving aside the curtain to look outside. 

Wow. It's such a beautiful day. 

The look of the sun shining, feeling it's warmth already. The distant sound of birds singing among themselves as well as neighbours all around me mowing their lawns as they prepare for the rain. I slept so well last night. It's been months now since I had a full nights sleep. I let out a soft sigh as I listen, waking up in silence within the house is my favourite thing. I hop out of bed, picking up my black scrunchy so I can put my hair up. I make my way to the kitchen. I stop suddenly, turning around to look at my bed. I remember. 

Michael was here but now he's gone . . 

He left again. He had to leave. 

I remember the things he was saying to me. He kept saying that he was here, that I am not alone . . he even knew that I was looking for that star. That I was sad when I couldn't find it. But he knew the star would be in the sky once night came again and that I would find it. 

How did he know that? 

I was left so speechless when I saw him. I couldn't believe it. He was right before me. I was just so shocked. But he had to leave, he knew that. Michael said it himself, he told me that. And knowing that . . why come at all? Why come to then have to leave again? Why not just leave me be? Ugh, it continues to make me feel alone and confused . . again. I keep thinking back to all those things that Michael was saying. Why did he keep repeating that he was here? 

How did he even know about that star? . . 

I don't know. I don't understand. I still have questions that have yet to be answered. 

I hear my phone ring as it sits on my bedside table, startling me from the sudden noise it makes. I walk over to it. It's Jasmine. 

"Hey Jas . . " I say. 

"Hey Charlotte. Hope I didn't wake you . . " 

She says. I can feel her guilt already. I shake my head. 

"No no, you didn't wake me up . . " 

I tell her, my voice is soft. She asks me when I'll be arriving at the holiday house to join her and mum. I close my eyes as I place my hand on my head. I completely forgot about that. Fuck. I have been so focused on Michael. I look around my room quickly, trying to find my overnight bag. I place my phone on speaker. The sound of rummaging around confuses Jasmine as I hear her voice on the other end of the phone. 

"Charlotte, what's happening over there? . . " 

"Oh just packing a few things . . " 

I tell her as I'm throwing random clothes into my overnight bag. My voice is raised this time so I know she can hear me. I tell her I'll be there around late afternoon. She is just about to hang up the phone but throws in . . 

"How you feeling today, Charlotte? . . " 

What do I say to her? How do I even answer? 

I know she is my sister, she worries about me. She cares about me, I know she does. And after last night . . how do I respond to that? Do I just tell her the absolute truth? That I feel so lost, so confused . . I am so fucking confused. 

Why do I do this? 

Now I'm feel anger, anger with myself. I should have never let him in. I shouldn't have done that. I just wanted to be in his arms again . . so fucking badly. Ugh, what was I thinking?