Clearing The Mind

Chapter 4: I'm Scared You'll Forget About Me.

She smiled and walked away. As she left, there was a growing pang in Julian's heart to call out her name one last time, in hope and in prayer that she could hear him.

"Selene!" He finally did. But as Gwen Hunter knew, it was because he was too late and because of fate, that this forbidden romance became the one that got away.

Selene Rodriguez. The only other person he knew of Latina descent he'd known in high school. Consider that it was a coincidence that they ever met, and yet she became an important part of his life.

She was the one more interested in music than him. He fell into that venture in hopes of having her fall for him too.

Selene. The Roman goddess of the moon. True to her namesake of her unmatchable beauty, but perhaps rather false in the cold persona. As to the words of Andrew Garfield, " She was like a shot of espresso, bathed in sunlight, always the energetic and enthusiastic one in everything she did." As like Garfield, Emma was never his happy ever after in the end.

He heard his voice clearly as the echos sent her name back to him. His knees fell to the floor, and quietly, he started to sob. People say, when men really cry, it has to be because that thing meant the most to them.

In his heart, he started to overthink. Scolding himself in the process, too. He knew that he should've done more, and yet he didn't. The bouquet of flowers he gave her for her graduation probably meant nothing but a gift. Figures.

Kneeling by the bus stop that they hung out at for years.
Tears falling cause he knew that that this was the last time that this moment would ever happen.

They would spend hours by this bus stop outside her university as she was waiting for her brother to pick her up. Jokes, flirts, stories, you name it. He was the person that he thought and wished she would call a best friend by least. She was his 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙤𝙙. (1)

𝘈𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘢. Towards better things, in hope that the future will be brighter. Selene was consoling him when his father passed away when she used this phrase.

He was 23, last year in his creative writing course while she was 24, also her final year in Veterinarian Pharmacies when this happened.

Well, she was the one who loved Latin before him, and he grew into it because of her.

He should've acted quicker, made the approach for the ball to enter the net, only to be stopped by that thing. He found out that she was just treating him just as the same to everyone else. Or in other words, he was not even special to her, not by any bit.

Heartbreak Warfare plays in his head.

He knew.
He knew that he was playing a stalemate of a game.

To not tell her, and she would never know how he felt.
To tell her, and find out that the word he should be expecting was disappointment.

All he could do now, after it all had gone, was to stay there, letting the rain fall on him, and reminisce of all the memories, those memories that were the only things of her that he had left.

"I never asked to love her that badly, Gwen. It was just her. Her personality, her attitude, from the way she walks to the way her eyes shine when she looked at me. I fell for all of that." Gwen knew as he told her about this before this incident.

Gwen's Prius arrives at the bus stop, and the shotgun seat was opened.
Right by her right hand was a cigarette, a habit of hers that she promised to take away but hasn't till now.
"So, you said goodbye to her, right?"

Three years passed.
𝙰𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚢𝚊𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐.
(This event will appear again later on in the book, consider this a sneak peek 🤡🥺)

There Julian stood. In a dark blue Pierre Cardin suit and a matching dark blue tie, he was outside the banquet, waiting for his plus one.

Well, well. And there she was.
To his dark blue was a contrasting emerald turquoise. A one strap emerald turquoise dress that matched the emerald bracelet, and her sea green eyes.

He was perplexed.
She was beautiful as she was.
Lost in her emerald green eyes, she gently carressed his cheek. Looking at his eyes, gently saying his name.

"Julian."

Little did she know, he wasn't looking at her. He was looking at the girl with the crimson dress, now working as a vet in Orlando.

No matter how much he tried to run away, perhaps some part of his heart would never leave how much she impacted him.

(1). In the Flash, the one thing that could bind speedsters to make sure they won't go insane are their lightning rods, their emotional bonds that make sure they won't go past insanity.

A/N: a rather short one for my trip back to my hometown. Was an emotional rollercoaster for me to write and I'm happy that it's over. Hope y'all like it.
And if you really do, there'll be a prologue of this probably soon.