Kaden
I left Barcelona when I was 16, and I've never really wanted to return. I promised myself that I would only come back once I've gotten over it all. I thought I had, but I thought wrong.
My dad and his best friend, Adrian, have always gone through life together. They had their first day at pre-school together. They graduated high school together. They went to the same college. They got married in the same week. They had me and Rayne on the same day.
Exactly like our fathers, Rayne and I spent our whole life together, from our first birthday to our first relationships. We were inseparable. In fact, I had a girlfriend in the 9th grade that broke up with me because she thought I liked Rayne more than I liked her.
I used to spend every second of every day with her, and throughout this time, I started developing feelings for her. At first I thought it was nothing. That I was just going through a phase. But then it got real. I was jealous of every single guy that went into Rayne's room. Every single guy that held her hand. Every single guy that would pick her up at night and take her out. Of course I didn't do anything because it's Rayne. It would be weird. I mean, this girl knows the exact date I got my first strand of facial hair. A year passed with me fighting with myself, whether or not to confess. Within this year, my dad shifted his company's headquarters to New York, which meant we had no choice other than to move there. At the very last night, I came to a conclusion and went straight to her house, in the middle of the night.
Without thinking, I barged into her room, just to find her in bed with my ex's new boyfriend. I can't even explain how I felt as he shuffled around for his clothes, as Rayne tried to cover herself up with a blanket. Thank god no one was home that night, otherwise I would not be able to show my face in that house again if anyone had heard what I had yelled.
That night, Rayne and I fought like never before. She yelled. I yelled louder. She cried. I cried harder. At last, I told her everything I had been feeling, just for her to flat out reject me without any reason. My heart felt as if it shattered and all the pieces fell to the floor. I didn't even know who I was talking to anymore.
I left immediately, and Rayne tried to call me the whole night, but I didn't pick up. I let all her calls go straight to voicemail. I couldn't even bear to talk to her. I cut off all contact with her. Blocked all her social media accounts and deleted her number from my phone. I didn't talk to her for 6 years straight. All I heard about her was from my dad.
I spent my time in New York trying to keep myself busy, so that I wouldn't think of her, and it worked. Eventually, Rayne got off my mind, and my life was back on track again.
I hadn't talked to her for a long time, up until the last few weeks, when Avery had texted her about our trip. She reached out to me, to ask me how I was, and it all came rushing back to me again. I replied nevertheless, and we talked for a while, about everything that's anything.
So here I am now, back in Barcelona, thinking I can face the girl I ran away from. Stupid, aren't I?
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RomanceHe's been in love with her all his life, but she keeps pushing him away. After years of distancing himself from her, he finally returns, determined to win her over. But will his feelings really stay the same when he finds out who she has really beco...
