See The Stars [Completed]

Chapter Twenty-Two

I was laying in my bed with a very sleepy Silver on top of me. He kept asking for rubs and I couldn’t deny it. As he was getting older, he needed more care. And he also demanded more attention. My phone got mine, as it started vibrating. I stretched my limbs and flipped it over to see who the caller was. 

Darla's name flashed across it. I flew across the bed instantly and put the phone to my ear. Poor Silver looked like he survived an earthquake. He gave me a nasty glared and jumped off of the bed.

“Hi,” she spoke softly into the phone. I cleared my throat and replied.

“Hello.” 

“Have you seen the sky tonight?” She asked. I looked at the giant window in the room covered with thick curtains. 

“No, I haven’t.” 

“Well, come down to the beach then.” She didn’t have to repeat it. I was up on my feet and out of the house in a second. Since the beach was right next to my house, all I had to do was jump over the boundary fence and I was on the beach. I walked a bit and saw her laying down on the sand. 

I had to stand there for a moment and collect myself. She undid me in ways nobody else did just by existing. And I had never regretted anything more than breaking us off. But at least I got a chance to mend it again. 

Hearing my footsteps, she looked up at me and her lips turned up into a beautiful smile. 

“I see that the roles have been reversed,” I spoke as I sat down next to her. She got up and ran a hand through her hair probably to get the sand out. 

“I guess.” She said and then put her knees up. She was staring at the sky in such a way that I had to stop myself from breaking her trance. The roles really were reversed. 

“How are you feeling?” I mostly referred to her headaches. She kept rubbing her temple on the barbecue as well. 

“All stupid.” I chuckled at her statement and then we both sat silently until she spoke.

“Do you sometimes wish that we never met at all?” My brows furrowed. That hurt to even think about. 

“No. I don’t.” I answered truthfully.

“I did.” She answered truthfully too. And I crunched my nose to hide the shot of pain on my face. 

“Why?” I bit out. Her face was passive of emotion as she gazed at the sky and spoke.

“When I saw you here, with your friends, I knew you had moved on. I was jealous. I wanted to move on too but I just couldn’t.” She turned to me, “That’s when I wished we had never met at all. Because I was jealous.” She smiled at her own words like she couldn’t believe herself. 

“I haven’t completely moved on yet.” If she was going to state the truth, I might as well. 

“You're the last step of my journey,” I mumbled. She pointed at me.

“You’re my first step.” I didn’t know what to say. So I didn’t. I let her talk. 

“Dad divorced mom from the prison. I was kind of shocked. I never thought he could ever do that. But then I found out mom wanted the divorce.” I looked over at her. She put her head on her knees and continued. 

“I thought she wanted a fresh start. Everyone did so I supported her. But it had only been six months since dad went to prison and she brought her new partner to meet me. I was against the idea but my mother was blindsided and in three months she married him. Three months!” I didn’t say anything. I just watched her break down and then build herself completely over and over again.