The Endearment of a Twin-flame || Anakin Skywalker x Reader

37 - Him and I

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As I pushed the shop door open to leave, I remarked, "Nothing really caught my eye." The bell above chimed softly, announcing our departure, while Josie, offered a courteous farewell to the shopkeeper before stepping out beside me.

We strolled down the sidewalk, heading toward the ice cream parlor at the end of the block. "I didn't see anything either. We'll have to come back when she has her next collection," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

This was only our second outing since our breakups, and we were still navigating the unfamiliar terrain of life post-relationship. Adjusting to the world without them was difficult; our hearts were still tender, but we were determined to take it one day at a time.

I tried my hardest to push Anakin from my mind, yet my stomach would twist at the sound of a motorcycle revving, and I'd find myself breathless at the sight of a leather jacket passing by. There were moments when I could swear I heard his voice in the crowd, prompting me to glance back, half-hoping it was really him.

Despite our promise to focus on healing and to steer clear of thoughts about them, I felt like I was failing. Anakin occupied my mind every second of every hour, every day. No matter the hurt he caused, my love for him was still them, and I missed him more than I care to admit. I was at a loss for how to stop missing him or to cease being in love with him.

I should despise him for what happened, yet I found myself incapable of that.

I nodded in agreement, forcing down the lump that had formed in my throat as I pushed open the door to the ice cream shop. A bell jingled overhead, and I couldn't help but sigh—did every establishment really need a bell? I understood the necessity in larger places, where the staff needed to be alerted to incoming customers, but in a cozy little shop that could barely accommodate a dozen people, it felt rather excessive.

As we stepped inside, I noticed a small cluster of teenage boys ahead of us—thankfully, they were jocks—causing the anxious tension within me to disappear. I took a deep breath and turned my attention to the chalkboard displaying the array of ice cream flavors.

I looked over  the options, weighing my choices for the day. Just as I was about to settle on one, a voice called my name from the group in front. I glanced down to find myself staring into a pair of familiar eyes—Clovis.

It had been a while since my dad had taken me to his house to confront him, and the encounter felt a bit awkward. To make matters worse, he began to approach me. "Hey Clovis, I'm sorry to hear about you and Celeste," I managed, scratching the back of my neck as I searched for Josie with a sidelong glance, only to realize she had vanished.

Where on earth had she gone?

Clovis halted a foot away, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his head bowed in a manner that suggested shame. "I'm not," he scoffed, rolling his eyes slightly. "I ended things," he confessed.

I had heard that Celeste was the one who had called it off, so one of them was clearly not telling the truth, and I was betting on Celeste. Someone with her pristine reputation wouldn't want the label of 'dumpee' hanging over her.

"I'm sorry to hear about you and Anakin," he said, his gaze sympathetic.

I rolled my eyes, exhaling sharply. "As if you care. You probably celebrated when you heard." Tears threatened to spill at the mention of his name, but I fought to keep them at bay.