Wildflower | Phan

Chapter 16

hello everyone !!!

so, this is it. the last chapter of Wildflower.

i really hope you enjoy this chapter. i rewrote it six times !!! remember to tweet me your thoughts !!!

disclaimer; the song used in this chapter (you will see when you read) is not mine. it is called 'last flower' by mads langer. its a great song and i totally recomend !!

also, thank you for everyone who has been reading an enjoying this story !! it means the world to me, and maybe ill write more in the future :)

thanks guys.

~alina (twitter-killjoydan)
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I woke up the next day to the sound of sirens. I lifted my head off the wet pillow I had been crying on all night and checked the time. It was 4 am. I was pretty used to hearing sirens all the time since I live in London, but these sirens were different. These sirens weren't just passing my apartment. These sirens were coming from outside my apartment.

Last night, when I got home after breaking Phil's heart. I went back to my apartment and waited for him to come home. After all, he did live here.

But he never came.

I stayed awake until 2 am waiting for him to come, but he never did. Thats why I was so angry by being woken up just two hours later by sirens.

I opened the door to my bedroom and walked down the hallway to the living room so I could try to see what the commotion was from the window. I turned the corner to the lounge, and I almost fainted. I stopped dead in my tracks and stared at what was in front of me.

I stared at it, just like I always do.

It was the piano.

The piano that I have dreamed about for what had seem like so long. The piano the love of my life taught me to play. It was here in the living room.

But how did it get there? If I fell asleep at 2 am and woke up at 4 am, that only allows two hours for Phil and some builders to come in and set up the piano. I was very confused.

I went up to it and stroked the beautiful keys. I played a few of the things that Phil taught me to play. It sounded more beautiful than ever.

Then I noticed a note on the top of the piano

I stood up to grab the note. I unfolded it slowly;

Dan,
Im sorry. For everything. What happened yesterday was a complete overreaction, again, by me. I get so jealous. I just felt so broken and I felt like you were the only person who cared about me. When you told me that you didn't care as much as I thought, it broke me even more. But that doesn't mean you're not allowed to love who you want and do what you want. I respect that.

Heres what I don't respect.

I found that girl, Cat, on Facebook. I asked her about you, but her relationship status was single, she was not at Island Spice that night, and she doesn't even know who you are. You made her up. So my question is, who was that girl you were kissing? Are you going to tell me? Or are you just going to lie to me again? Why did you make her up? Was it to get rid of me? Were you sick of me?

I dont blame it if you are sick of me, Im sick of me too. Thats why I let myself out, on the balcony.

I used all of my money from my job to buy you this piano. I know how much you love it. Keep playing, I want you to be really good someday, and I know you will.