Chapter Twenty-Three

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"Zoey, will you marry me?" Austin asks me, getting down on one knee.

Then I wake up, breathing really heavily. I lay there and think about my dream, but really it seemed more like a nightmare.

I realize that's what I'm afraid of. I'm afraid of being with Austin. I start to wonder why, but then I get it. I grab my bag and write a note to Austin.

Dear Austin,
I write so many of these notes it's kinda getting annoying, but anyways I'm leaving and this time I don't want you to follow me. I love you, like, a lot, but I'm not the right person for you.

I mean, I'm stubborn, bossy, I can't seem to get anywhere without your help or failing... I just think it's time we part ways - I'm not the girl you deserve, you should have much better then me, I'm sorry.

Sincerely, Zoey.

I place the note on the table next to the couch and head out the door, I walk for miles and miles and more miles until I reach what I'm looking for. I walk inside the abandoned gas station and set my backpack on the ground behind the counter. I grab one of the books out of my bag and start reading it knowing that I'll probably never see Austin again but it's for the best.

I sit there reading and reading until it gets dark then I decide to sleep. I lost my sleeping bag during the bear attack. I try not to think about Austin while I sleep. but I have no success, finally sleep pulls me into its depths and I dream.

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