[chapter six•overnight]
[Skye's Point of View]
The week was already coming to an end, and it was time for our last concert of the week. I was dressed and ready to go, but Amelie lay in her bunk, still in her pajamas. She refused to move, and I could understand why.
I couldn't bear to leave, and neither could she. We felt like we hadn't had any real fun on the trip to England. I only experienced heartbreak, hurt, and embarrassment. Nevertheless, I tried to convince her to go to the concert. All she told me was, "I'll cry, Skye." I'm not sure the exact reason why she'd cry, but I didn't ask. I left her her ticket anyway.
I decided to go on my own since Amelie was hopeless. As usual, I had a front row seat, which I appreciated much less now that I've been sitting close to the stage all week. But, no matter how loud the music, I couldn't hear a thing. Nothing could drown out the sound of my own thoughts.
He was texting me again. Him. I found it hard to say his name at the time. Every message he sent, I tried to ignore, but it was impossible. Every word I read echoed in my mind, every single one.
You know I still love you right?
I wish I could tell him no. I wish. But I had a part of me that couldn't let go of him, that missed him to the moon and back.
I turned my phone off in attempt to "live in the moment". I tried to focus on the good things, but it was useless. The only way for me to numb the pain is to pay attention to the music rather than my love life.
And yet, each song reminded me of Hunter in one way or another. He was inescapable. Familiar tune after familiar tune, my every thought revolved around him.
On top of this, Calum was having trouble singing on stage. Sometimes he'd be too low to understand, and other times, he'd be flat or out of tune. He'd throw off the others, and make them sing out of tune as well. Anything and Everything that could possibly go wrong was going wrong.
I felt someone sit down in the seat next to mine. When I looked, it was Amelie. And - what do you know - she was fully dressed with a smile on her face.
The same sad smile from two days ago.
She turned her head to face the boys, whom had started to play the introduction to another song.
"This one goes out to our new friend Amelie, who told me recently that this was one of her personal favorites," Calum said. He smiled at us. It was the first time he'd smiled the whole show. He began to sing louder and with more control now that Amelie was here.
I looked at Amelie, and she was right, her eyes were teary, her face red.
As they sang "Unpredictable" I began to tear up as well, but for different reasons. I wanted to run away. I felt alone. I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to throw up.
I needed to throw up.
[Amelie's Point of View]
I wouldn't get out of bed all morning. I had a horrible fear that I'd start to cry during the concert. I was up all night the night before thinking about what Skye told me about Calum. I hadn't really realized I'd liked him until she pointed it out to me. That wasn't it, though.
I had an even more horrible fear of being alone.
I've never had a boyfriend, and frankly, I felt that it was necessary. I had nobody to share my life with except Skye. And she had her own life to worry about - she didn't need to trouble herself and get involved in mine. I didn't want to be alone, I wanted to have somebody. And, for once, I've found someone I like that I actually have a chance with... Somebody that might like me in the same ways. And, after I leave, I wasn't going to see them again for god knows how long.
