Desolate Love

Chapter 13: Why?

Vaughn POV

"Meet me at X. We have to talk."

Alec's words kept spinning around in my head, despite me knowing I would never go to meet them - in fact I hadn't. It was already a few hours after he wanted me to meet up with him and I hadn't moved from my space at my desk. I had thought I would get some more work done yet all I could think about was what he could possibly want to talk about. There wasn't anything more to say about it, right? I knew he wanted to try and apologise but nothing would make up for what he put me through - what all of this town put me through. I couldn't possibly forgive any of them - ever.

I had told him this though, so could it be something different? Could something be desperately wrong that he needed to tell me about? But if it was all that urgent wouldn't he had told me then instead of wanting to meet me? Unless it was too private?

The possibilities ran around my head in circles, not allowing me to finish any work I had hoped I would get done. I hadn't even completed a single stroke onto the canvas in the last thirty minutes. I was too busy consumed with my thoughts.

Eventually, my curious to got the best of me - and that I knew I wouldn't get anything done if I continued to wait, so I made my way down to the location. I didn't expect much, I didn't expect to even see him there and even if he was I knew that I wouldn't talk to him. I was going purely to settle my thoughts and I knew if it was a few hours after and he wasn't there and he hadn't come to find me, it wasn't important and therefore I could stop questioning.

Or at least that's what I thought.

Yet when I looked at the place he told me to meet him, he was sitting next to Tobias. My heart dropped at the mere sight of seeing them, yet my eyes couldn't look away. They both appeared to be slightly upset, possibly about my lack of appearance yet I doubted that - they didn't care about me before so they had no right to care about me now. However, what, very stupidly, made me feel a wave of sadness was the way they comforted each other. It was clear even from here how they were whispering comforting things into the other's ear as they held each other close. It made me feel... jealous. Jealous that they never gave me another thought, yet they could be so happy together. That while I was sat suffering at home on my own, they could so clearly be there for one another. Why was I the one who had to suffer alone, while they had each other? What happened to always being there for one another, and why did they feel the need to exclude me from our past promise?

Thoughts of nothing but sadness and self-pity ran through my mind as I made my way home, tears streaming down my face.