Letting Go

Painful Memories

A/N: I HAD WRITERS BLOCK
AND ITS 2 AM AND that's when usually my brain juices starts flowing so here's a new chapter:)

So if you guys noticed, the past 7 chapters were all in present tense, but I find it really hard for me to keep writing in just one tense- and I know you're supposed to, it's grammatically wrong to switch tenses, but I really want to get the story going so I just decided not to care. So, if you see me going back and forth from present to past tense, and if it bothers you, bear with me please ;; SOZ
I mean, hell, it's my first book an all so I decided not to kill myself over one thing, tbh I truly don't think the change would be too obvious:|

Enjoy!
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Lily's POV

After we shared a cup of frozen yogurt, we were ready to head back home. It was 7:30, and the sun was already starting to dip down.

Chris was quiet throughout most of the time at the new fro-yo place. Probably because of the shock after seeing his basically "ex-girlfriend" leading on a perfectly content life, whereas he was sulking like a bitch.

I still didn't know anything about Chris, except for the fact that he had a terrible breakup, got fired from his job, and gets drunk from time to time. I wanted to know more about him, and when I say him, I mean him, his character and personal life, but we were barely friends and I didn't want to bother him at that vulnerable state.

As we pile into the car and head home, I ask for his address to drop him off at his house, being the nice person that I am.

But he doesn't tell me his address.

"I'm...I...don't want to burden you or anything, but could I stay at your place for one more night?" He looks at me with plea evident in his eyes.

I'm not sure what came over me, but I just nodded and started the ignition, driving straight towards my apartment without a word. It definitely wasn't pity, I've felt pity before and this was far from it. It was a familiar feeling that I didn't want to inspect too deeply on, so I decide to just overlook it.

We arrived at my apartment in less than 15 minutes- the mall was fairly close to my home.

As soon as I entered my apartment I jumped on my couch and turned on the tv. Chris joined me soon afterwards. I let out a satisfied sigh as I leaned my head back on the couch pillow. Chris, who had control over the remote, was scrolling through the channels trying to find a good show to watch.

Neither Chris nor I let out a word at that moment- The only sound that could be heard was the voices from the television in the living room, and every once in a while, the random banging of doors from my neighbors entering their abode.

It was a comfortable silence between me and Chris, and I wasn't planning on being the first one to break that silence.

But my body betrayed me once again, as my stomach let out the most grotesque grumble ever heard in history.

Chris turns his head head towards me, first at shock, then it turns to a smirk.

"Hungry?" He asks.

"Maybe," and by now I'm pretty sure I'm as red as a tomato.

I realize that we had skipped dinner, since I had been too busy with shopping and Chris had been too busy thinking. We did eat frozen yogurt like thirty minutes ago but that for sure does not count as dinner. To some people it may be, but in my head it is nowhere near dinner.

"Wait here a bit, I'll chop something up real quick," Chris stands up and heads towards the kitchen.

Having Chris was like having a personal Cook, and he was a good one at that.