I watch her go. Elegant, graceful, heartbreaking.
My chest feels full of lead and I struggle to intake a breath. Everything around me is drowned out and I stumble to my feet, my eyes low as I grab my bags and stalk out of the room in the opposite direction.
I stagger out of the building and collapse against the brick wall. My hand clenches at my chest as I frown at the bewildering heavy feeling. This emptiness, this strange weight is so much worse than a panic attack.
I don't feel anything at all.
I slowly walk home, focusing only on my breathing. The house is empty and for once I'm grateful. I don't need company, not right now.
I move up the stairs like a ghost, not really present and as I shut my bedroom door, it all seems to hit me.
She turned away and left me.
My eyes sting with tears and a heavy sob rips through my chest. What the hell did I think she'd do? She deserves so much better than I've been able to give her and that thought is brutal.
These past months have been the hardest, scariest months of my life and I have been pushing myself to my limits, giving everything I can.
I exhale shakily, perching on the edge of my bed as I try to think logically.
I can't change anything that I've done, all I can do now is be as open and honest with her as I can be. She deserves that at least. I nod to myself weakly, knowing that school is going to be torture.
A double tap emanates from my door and before I can answer, Saskia bounds into my room excitedly.
Whatever she was about to say falls from her lips as she takes in my appearance. She frowns, then her expression clears and her face pales. She gently closes the door behind her.
"She knows." She states quietly, not needing an answer.
"She walked away." I elaborate, my chest aching as I say the words.
Kia exhales shakily and comes to sit beside me on my bed.
"That doesn't mean anything definitive." She says, her voice full of positivity that even she doesn't believe.
"It doesn't mean anything good." I retort quietly.
Kia sits with me silently, not bothering to say anything further and I'm glad.
"If you don't mind, Kia. I'd like to be alone." I mumble and she nods. She flings her arms around me in a tight hug and I sigh, closing my eyes before she pulls away.
She leaves me be and I fall into bed, staring at my ceiling as I replay every moment with Clara. Every word spoken, every glance, every touch. I don't want to forget a single moment, so I stay up and spend the evening immortalising every second I was lucky enough to share with her.
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Shy
Teen Fiction-A soulmate story- Kit Taylor keeps to himself. Awkward, reserved and anxious, he doesn't expect to find his soulmate. When he finds her in none other than Clara Evelyn, his twin sister's kind, talented and beautiful best friend, his world just abou...
