Together: Sequel To Alone

Chapter 2 |Finding Together|

C H A P T E R 2

I started Collage about five months later. I was accepted to a few but I choose one in Wyoming, much to the protest of my parents. My relationship with them was still a bit rocky, they never had shown any remorse for their actions. They also had Marcus come over for dinner often but, each time, I got out of it. I wouldn't voluntarily see him again if I could help it. Christina had had a fit when I told her I was leaving, since she was going to collage in California, along with Zeke and Shauna. Uriah originally planned to go to Oregon but decided that he would follow Marlene to Georgia. Will, much to Christiana's dismay, ended up going to school in Maine with Lynn.

I was unsure for a while what I wanted to major in, giving myself severe anxiety over the whole thing. I talked to Caleb, who was headed to Harvard, on a full scholarship no less, to see what he thought. With his and my friends advice I decided to be a geologist, essentially a rock scientist. I could do a few things with this major, from teaching to field research. My father, surprisingly, had been strangely supportive of my career choice, as had my mother. I could take a few guesses why, they were awfully desperate for my forgiveness after the whole thing with Tobias.

Even after a year and a half I still feel the familer sting in my chest at the thought of him. After a year and a half, I can still see his warm eyes and slightly crooked nose. I can still hear his deep, attractive voice. Its insane how much I miss him, really. I knew him for a few months, at most, so I can't fathom why I miss him so much. Why I cared so much for him in the first place.

Because you love him

I hate it when my inner voice is right. I love him. I loved him. Loved him, passed tense. I absolutely do not secretly harbor any residual feeling towards said individual. Who am I kidding? I miss him to pieces, as stupid as it seems. Even after all this time, I couldn't forget about his stupid charming smile or his ridiculously hot-.

I need to get out of this pointless habit.

~~~Three Years Later~~~

" You excited?" Christina asks over the laptop

" Nervous, really. It's my last year of collage. Spring break went way to fast." A smile sneaks its way onto my face.

" I've got to get going, but its been nice seeing you" Christina exclaims, waiting for my farewell before hanging up. It's been three years in collage, living mostly off of macaroni and cheese. Well, that's a lie, the food has been pretty great since my room mate, Al, is going through the culinary program here. Al, who is tall, jovial and sweet, is probably the best roommate I could ask for. He has no problem with sharing with a girl, and doesn't gawk at me if I happen to get out of the shower in a towel. His dark brown hair hangs shaggy in his eyes, since he refuses to get it cut, and he has a friendly face. His eyes are warm and radiate comfort, their deep brown color inviting.

I'm in my last year of collage and everything's gone pretty great, no complications, spring break just ended, meaning I only have another six weeks before I'm officially done with school. I've kept in contact with everyone from the gang. I've been talking to Christina a lot, keeping our friendship strong.

I also haven't heard from Tobias in almost five years. He hasn't made any attempt to contact me and I've tried countless times to call him to no avail. Around last year I just decided to give up, dropping all attempts at reconciling. Before that, I have even asked my parents if he'd called the house, he hadn't.

Speaking if my parents, our relationship is still rocky. Their absence for the better part of my life combined with them forcing me to leave Tobias hasn't helped anything. I talk to them sometimes but nothing has been very serious. They've kept me updated on things back home, talking to me about Marcus's weekly visits. I specifically asked for my location to remain undisclosed to Marcus. They, for once, listened to my advice. I asked them not to tell him for two reasons; one, because I despise his existence and two, because some small part of me hoped that Tobias would come and find me and I didn't want Marcus in play. I'm sure now that that won't happen.