Bryce is officially in California with his dad now. I hate to admit it but I know things are gonna change. I wish I could just hold him one more time in my arms and tell him how much I love him. But I can't.
I've been texting Bryce since he told me he was leaving on the 8th of August. His flight was delayed and I talked to him the whole time during the wait. Finally his flight left the next day, and he was off. He landed in Alabama that same night. He spent the night there and hopped on another flight the day after. This time he landed in California. Once he landed I knew that was it. I missed him already but I didn't want to tell him that.
Because how do you start. What do you say, to someone who probably doesn't feel the same about you. I love him. And now that he is officially on California soil, I'll never know what he's doing or what he's thinking about, he won't stalk to me as much and eventually we'll drift apart.
It's four am, and I'm awake. Just staring at the ceiling. It's one am in California. I begin to think of him, as always.
My phone starts to vibrate on the table. I figured it was an alarm that I forgot to turn of, I tapped the screen to turn it off.
I always do that. It's a routine. Whenever my alarm sounds I tap the screen. Which is tapping snooze and on occasion that's extremely helpful, others it's annoying. I remember on picture day I woke up when my alarm sounded. Tapped of course. My hair was straightened from the night before and I just had to do my makeup and get dressed. As I was stoking the brush of my eyeliner into a thin line on my eyelid, the alarm sounded. Scaring the shit out of me. My whole eyelid was black now. And guess who showed up late to school that day because she refused to go to school looking like that. This girl. Isabella. Isabella Marina Sanchez. The girl who gives too much and can't tell when she's being manipulated. The one who will make up lies ad scenarios inside her head for the reasons people treat her like shit or for the things they do. The girl who everyone loves because she's easy to play. But not him. He loved me for me.
Everything was the same and I was expecting for my phone to stop vibrating after I tapped it, but it didn't. It was a phone call. I picked up the phone I suddenly saw his face. Why was he calling me so late at night.
