When We Meet Again (Kiani)

Two

{Jordan's Pov}

I walked down the street of downtown Seattle with music blasting through my headphones.

I kept my head down as to avoid conversation with strangers. The only thing, besides song lyrics, that left my lips was the occasional "sorry" if I bumped into someone on the street.

My mind couldn't focus. It wouldn't stop thinking about W- 'stop it!' I yelled at myself. I need to stop thinking about him.

'This isn't normal.' The voice in my head snickered.

'What isn't?' I asked as the song changed from rap to punk.

'You're having a conversation with yourself.' It laughed. I scowled at the ground.

I ignored it and continued my journey home. We had something going, a really nice something. It was all fine and dandy until the fight.

Tears began trickling down my cheeks as I walked toward my apartment building. "You're so stupid, Jordan!" I screamed at myself.

Heads turned towards me to see who I was screaming at.

"Fuck off! Take a fucking picture! It lasts longer!" I yelled at the people staring.

An old lady blinked at me like she couldn't believe her ears. My face softened, I was never mean to old people.

"I'm sorry," I whispered as I went to offer my hand. Before I could finish, she screamed and slapped me across the face with her handbag.

My cheek stung as the zipper made contact. "What the hell?" I whispered harshly.

The old lady hobbled past me with a scowl etched on her face. I finally made it home, a mixture of tears from pain and tears from feelings covered my face.

My cheeks were wet from crying and red from being slapped. I threw myself down on my bed and twirled the Kiani bracelet I was given at Pax Prime.

"I wonder if Will still wears his." I mumbled out loud to myself.

I scoffed, "Probably not. He wants nothing to do with me." I laid on my stomach and stared at my phone.

Twitter notifications were illuminating the screen. Every now and again it would be a fan, not knowing how much like shit I felt.

It was mostly the people I call my friends, but I would probably end up losing them just like I lost Will.

The thought of Will destroys me. Every time I say his name or think of what we had, I brake a bit more.

Soon there will be nothing left to break. Eventually I will be nothing. "How does he do this to me?" I mumbled as I scrolled down my timeline.

There was just something about him. Something in the way we used to be. Will made me feel alive and wanted. For once I was happy.

And now I was back in the hell of my own emotions. I was once again trapped in the prison of his mind.

All because of one stupid fight.

A fight that wasn't supposed to happen. It was all preventable. It was all my fault.

Will wouldn't hate me if I had just avoided the fight. I would be with Will right now if I knew how to control my anger.

Just like I do every night, I typed out a tweet to Will. Never did I send them, only added them to my drafts.

They were usually long and heartfelt. But tonight it was simple.

"@xBayani: @Kiinqtonq I miss you."

[A/N: I'm sorry it's so short, I'm trying to get into the swing of this story line ;-; ily all🍍]