Not The Same

Chapter 1: Prolong

Hello, my sweethearts. This is my first story that I've made public and I'm really excited for you guys to see what I've written. This is just the beginning of the story, there's a little bit more to it, even though it's not totally finished, but I won't release what else I have unless you guys request it. So, like it, comment on it. Tell me what you guys think and if I should continue writing this story.

XXX ~ Harmony ~ XXX

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"You're not the same." His words still ring in my head, like they were yesterday. I could remember his brown hair, the way it shined in the sunlight. His piercing blue eyes looking at me as if he was daring me to question him. As if he knew he wasn't wrong, and it was true.

I had changed, but I had no way of telling him that because he left me. He left me alone, feeling hopeless. I couldn't face him. I couldn't just message him without worrying about if he still hated me. I couldn't call him, I didn't have his number anymore. I couldn't do anything about losing my best friend.

I thought it was useless. How could I fix something that was stupid to begin with? I would walk around at night trying to get my mind off of it. In some ways, him leaving, made everything worse. I was drinking, at 16! I hated it when I would see the look of disappointment on my sister's face when she was home from college those drunk nights.

I was partying with my fake ID and practically sold myself. It would be an understatement to say that I fell into the wrong crowd. I thought living the life would make me feel better, but nothing helped my aching heart.

Later, I realized I needed to get my act together in order to get into college. When high school was over, I went to a community college because it was free. At least it was free tuition because my father worked there. I was just at the market, getting food for my dad and myself when I saw him. I froze on the spot.

I smiled slightly as I saw that he hadn't changed. He was wearing a baggy red shirt, his favorite color, with ripped blue jeans and converse. He truly hadn't changed at all. Before I had to ability to look away, I studied him. His blue eyes, his brown hair, his posture, all the same. What if he sees me, I thought.

I tried walking backwards before he saw me when I backed into a shelf, making some stuff fall off. He jerked his head toward me and I saw his eyes widen. I muttered a 'sorry,' and left before he could say anything.

I practically ran to pay. I just had to get out of there. I couldn't face him again, I would be setting myself up for heartbreak. I grabbed my bags and almost ran out the doors. I was almost to my car when I heard him yell, "Melody!" I stopped.

I didn't want to turn around. I couldn't bare to see his face again, not without breaking down. I could hear him walking towards me, and I stiffened. When I got the courage, I slowly turned around to face him. To my surprise, he had a smile on his face.

I wanted to be mad at him, but I couldn't bring myself to hate him. I tried my best to keep the frown on my face. I couldn't fall back into him so easily.

"What do you want?" I called.

"Hey Mel." He walked towards me, but I backed up. Then, he stopped.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"What's wrong?" I paused. "After everything that happened between you and I, you ask me 'what's wrong?'" Bullshit, I thought. Bull fucking shit.

"You know what? The thing is, you left me. You left me and I went on living my life. It's fine." I continued. "I believe we're done here."

I turned to go back to my car, and when I did, I took one last look at him in the rearview mirror. He was still standing there, just looking at my car before he turned to the other direction.

That's when I broke down. All the hurt, the pain I went through came flooding back. My vision blurred as tears came to my eyes, running down my cheeks. I willed myself to stop the tears, but they kept coming.

I was so mad at myself. I hated that after everything that's happened, all the pain, I was still reminded of the good times. I was reminded that I loved him. That I still loved him. I was still in love with Mitchell Wayne.