The Final Year (PROJECT 2.0)

WHY

Song for the chapter: Cinnamon Girl by Lana Del Rey 😔

I let out a silent groan while rubbing at my bruised ankle, limping alongside but refused to give up. She called me and i am definitely answering. You needed to see how i lept for joy this morning when i got the call from her. She told me she wanted to see me. She gave me the place and time. I had been anticipating the meeting all day. I even had my outfit laid out on my bed. I was that excited.

I bumped into a concrete stand on my way inside the place which reminded of a botanical garden. I look around the slightly crowded area. Was it a museum. What is this place? Shaking off the dull and aching pain on my foot, my eyes moves around, searching for the reason i was here. I thought i came early until i saw her staring at a painting in what i consider an awe. 

I swallowed dryly. She had on a short yet flowy dress that sits pretty on her petite frame. Her hair was in a wavy loose curls around her head. She looks gorgeous. She is the only work of art which caught my attention here. I walked slowly towards where she stood in other not to startle her. She turn around sharply sensing my impending figure, squinting her eyes a bit.

She smiled.

My breathe got locked in my throat and my sense of reason flew away. She smiled at me. She freaking smiled at me. I gave out an uneasy smile, unsure of how to respond to this act considering our relationship was on a shaky ground right now. I came to an abrupt stop in front of her, her scent overshadowing my whole being.

I miss this.

"Hi..."

"Hi.." my voice came out hoarse, i cleared my throat twice, before shaking my head. She frowned.

"Are you okay?" She asked looking taken aback.

 "Of course" i rolled out not knowing whether to hug her, kiss her or reason with her on why i am the best man for her and urge her not to leave me.

"Did you bring your car?" i nodded.

She made a weird request this morning. She told me to bring my car along with me. She personally requested i drive the car in which i did. I don't know her motive though. She suddenly grabbed my left hand, pulling me along.

"Where are we going?" i asked quizically, although loving the feel of her hand on mine.

"Somewhere..."

"Where?" she threw me a side look. 

"You will see"

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He gave her a delirious look one more time after parking the car. He was lost of words because never had he thought that she would make him drive up to this place.

"What's going on?" He asked taking his hands of the steering wheel, he stared at the imposing building which had a depressing air to it.

"Uhn?"

"Why are we here?" He asked to make his worries known but she gave him a small smile before unbuckling her seat belt.

"You know why i am here..."

"No shit Sherlock!-" He swallowed his next statement when he noticed the dark look he gave him "there must be a reason why you think it's okay for me to drive you here. Don't tell me you want to see him"

He let out his thoughts and like what he feared, she was here to see him. He groaned, thinking through the whole situation.

He thought they were going to hangout like old times probably go out on a date or something to catch up. What he didn't expect was him driving her to the correctional center for juveniles.