When We Meet Again (Kiani)

Seventeen

{Will's pov}

'Good job, you found someone who's just as fucked up as you are!' I could almost hear the grin on his non-existent face.

I sighed, he was right. But in a sense didn't we make each other this way?

Before I could assess what I wanted to say I blurted out "So we're both crazy. Oh this is great. Just great. Can we even help each other? Is anything in this relationship even okay?" I asked fumed.

Jordan stared at me slack jawed and gently dropped my hand. His eyes read hurt but they also flashed with anger. "Okay, Will." He said and turned around.

As he started to walk away I could hear him mumble, "This was a terrible idea." He paused and scratched his arm, "forty seven. He's twenty four and I'm forty seven."

I couldn't catch the rest because he was too far away, but I knew for a fact he said another number.

I started to jog up the street to try and catch him. He must've ran because I got to the end of the street and he was nowhere to be found.

"Fuck." I mumbled and started the trek back home. "I'm so stupid!" I said quietly as I walked up the street.

"Jordan!" I called out, now noticing the tears streaming down my face. I welcomed the feeling of alone as it settled back into my body.

"Jordan!" I tried again, tears falling harder and faster than before.

"JORDAN!" I screamed, heads turned to me.

I put my head down and walked faster, as I sped up the tears whipped back off my face almost as fast as I could produce them.

When it was clear I wasn't going to be able to find or catch Jordan, I stopped.

I leaned on the side of an old wooden building, the foundation wasn't sound and the windows were broken.

Putting my back to the wall I slid down and sat on the pavement. I pulled my knees up to my chest and rested my head on my arms.

I let the tears fall and fall as I sat. I pulled out my phone with a shaky hand and dialled his number. He answered after three rings.

"Jordan," I sobbed, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!" I yelled into the receiver.

"Will," he sighed, "you and I both know we can't do this." I ran a hand through my hair and imagined him doing the same.

"But Jor, ple-" he cut me off.

"NO! Will! You can't, I can't, we can't." I could hear his voice crack like he was about to cry, "This won't work. It didn't work the first time why would it work now? We're not right for each other." He said in an irritated tone.

My mouth hung open but I couldn't bring myself to say anything.

"Okay." I whispered and hit end.

"Goodbye, Jordan." I mumbled to myself and shut my eyes.

'Well isn't that something.' The voice chimed in 'you just got him back and now you've lost him again good job.' It cackled.

I hit myself in the head to try get rid of the demons. "Shut the fuck up, okay? It's because of you that he's gone and I'm like this!" I yelled.

There was a pause before he spoke yet again, 'But Will, I am you."