Far Away(Roc Royal <3 Story)

Dear Chresanto, 

I'm sorry about what had happened between us. If we just sat down and talked it out, maybe it wouldn't be like this. Maybe everything would be happy again joyful. I wish that would've happened.. It's too late to do that. We can't take back what we said or our actions. I took time to think about us, what we had, everything. I decided that.. leaving and not turning back would be the best idea. It's time for me to move on. You might think this is stupid of me, to just throw away 3 years worth of being together and 17 years of knowing each other all away. I want to clear my head and forget about you and me. It'll be too hard staying here, remembering places we've been together, seeing you. I want to go somewhere where you have never been. So I don't see or remember your damn face everywhere. Writing this letter right now is making me cry. Chresanto, we have had our ups and downs, and for so long, I haven't been really happy, and I know, neither have you. I can see it in your eyes Chres, and everything you do. You know I still love you, but what we had has to go. I'm leaving soon with my brother. Don't even bother trying to figure out where I'm going, or when I'm leaving. I still love you Chresanto August, I love you, and I always will. No matter how much I hate you, I'll always have love for you. I wanna stop thinking about you. I think you should move on too. It's for the best..

                                                                                 Goodbye.. , Adelaide

I folded the letter and put it in the envelope. I can't believe I might break his heart if I give this to him. What am I talking about? This is for the best. I grabbed my bag and looked back at the house. I had alot of good times in here with everyone. Daniel, my brother, was waiting for me at the airport already. I told him I wanted to take a last look reminiscing in this house. My bags, everything were already with him too. Our flight leaves in 40 minutes. This is goodbye.. I took my time, walking to his house. Nobody was home, good. Quickly, I placed the letter at his doorstep as I shed a tear. Saying goodbye to my first love is the hardest thing to do. 

"Goodbye,..my love." I said.

I turned and started to walk away. Strange. I heard someone calling my name. Thinking it was just me hearing it, I waited until the taxi soon swung by, which wasn't very long, and had picked me up, taking me to the airport. Nobody knew I was leaving. My friends. Family. Just my parents know. I'll tell them after we're gone. It'll be too hard leaving with everyone trying to convince us to stay.. 

???'s P.O.V.

I was walking down the street, going to drop off my bro's bookbag at his place since he left it in my car. As i got closer, I saw a girl at his doorstep,.. leaving..a note? On teh doorhandle. I got even closer, and realized..ADELE! What's she doing there right now? They haven't been talking for over a month after the fight they've been in.. I started walking faster down the street to his house. Then, she slowly got up and started walking away. That's when I started running.

 "Adele! Adele, wait up!" I shouted. "Adeleee! ADELE!" I shouted once again.

I continously did this a few more times. Not once did she answer or look. When I finally got there, the taxi she had got in had already drove away. I then walked up to Chresanto's doorstep. Trying to see what she left at his door. Assuming he wasn't home since he didn't answer the door, I called him. Waiting for him to pick up. Damn it. No answer. He's been depressed since they have broken up. He hasn't really been talking to us, his friends. Even when we all hang out. What he mostly does at home when we come over to see him is just lie in bed, thinking, watching sad tv programs, and writing. Which he won't let us see. He's been slightly getting better every week. He's up to the point where he's not lying in bed anymore. He's even been out of the house a few times. Well, he still sits in his room. But hey, he's talking more at least. After many attempts at trying to call, I gave up and just knocked on the door, as if he was home. And to my surprise, the door opened and there stood Chres, looking like he just woke up.