Austin's POV
After a reasonable amount of arguing and multiple water bottles chugged down, i'm let go.
Confused, i slowly walk around the venue that is flooded with people having fun. I'm trying to make sense of this situation.
Am i dreaming right now or were the past few months just a dream?
I pull out my phone to look for Alan or Chelsea's phone number
they're not there.
I bite my lip to keep myself from crying again.
This can't be happening to me, Alan is everything to me.. And I thought i finally had him, but it was just another dream? So what does this mean.. i'll have to deal with these dreams for the rest of my life?
I can't do this... I can't live without Alan... I was finally happy.
I haven't been that happy since before my mother passed away.
There is no way i can live with these taunting dreams.
I don't want to live anymore.
normally i would be crying right now.. but i can't. I feel numb and broken and scared and i want nothing more then to die right now.
I start to run through the crowds of people towards the exit of the festival.
then i see it... that familiar head of fiery red hair.. i stop running and stare at it..
in a quick movement he turns around and our eyes connect and my heart sinks right back into my chest..
