Two Worlds Distanced

Chapter 66

EZRA

When getting inside my car, I spent at least an hour looking for Rachel; the first place I thought of was the library, our place in the library. When I walked in there, and immediately wanted to break down in guilt and doubt for remembering every time we spent there studying for finals and other times, we would be coming here doing our lunch break from work and doing some crazy shit. It kinda makes me laugh remembering when we arrived back at work, Rachel couldn't probably walk in a straight line and had hickeys on her chest for weeks.

I already miss her touch. Her sense of vanilla soap.

I drove to the library to see that maybe she's there reading all of those she stole but still said it's 'borrowing' the first time we were here or could be in the farest corner bookshelf, in a ball and crying; luckily I almost punched the living daylight out of Alex for almost not giving me a spare copy key so Rachel or I can come to the secret... our secret place anytime we want without being caught. But he gave us the key anywhere.

She's not here then the only place she would be at is the apartment so I speed through shitty traffic there.

"Rachel," I yell out, quickly walking around the apartment, until hearing something moving from upstairs, I'm begging and hoping it's Rachel. I rush up the stairs, go to the closet to notice, Lauren folding all of Rachel's clothes, "What the fuck you think you are doing?" I bark out, ball up my fists, she looks at me, doesn't say anything. That's a first, from what I remember last year she couldn't shut up even we were fucking with moaning so loud that people started knocking on the door and whistling like animals.

"I'm going to ask again, what the fuck you think you are doing?" I yell louder. She looks at me again with a stink eye, grabs something and my eyes widens up as I forgot that I had it in there. I hide it from Rachel so she doesn't find it, "What's this?" she angrily ask, shoves it towards my chest, I look down at the notebook, and throw it on the bed, "None of your fucking business, Lauren besides why are you here and packing her stuff?" I ask. I think I know her answer already but I don't wanna hear it so I bite my tongue and words.

Lauren mouths 'oh my god' and rolls her blue eyes, "I'm here because Rachel called me to come over here and get some stuff for you since she sounded all heartbroken on the phone. Yes, I'm getting stuff for her because we both know you are a piece of shit," she screams, so loud, it's like nails on a chalkboard. She grabs the two bags including the floral printed suitcase which brings me back to when I met her. She was so sweet yet, stubborn a little.

I step in front of her, "Please tell me where she is? I wanna know if she's okay... I mean I know she's not but please?" I beg her as getting ready to beg on my knees and she laughs as shaking her head, "You're so messed and fucked up in the head thinking I would do that," she yells and shoves me out of the way, then looks back, "Do you love her? Like truly true love?" she questions.

"Yes," I answered without a hesitation, "I love her so much that it hurts me that I hurted her the way I did," I confused her and she smiled slightly and continually went downstairs almost tripping over her feet so I grabbed the suitcase and followed her towards the door. Lauren sets them down, opens the door, "Then if you really truly love her. You will learn how to let her go," she tells me as leaving the apartment.

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Moments later, I sit on the couch in my own guilt and doubt pool, then in a rush of a second I grab my keys from the keyholder, along with my jacket and get in my car so I can know Rachel is okay where that's at. Please don't be somewhere dangerous but she's too smart for that.