Katys P.O.V.
I can't believe my eyes. He actually had the guts to come to me. He looked so cold and sad but I didn't care. He deserves everything he's getting right now.
My tears stopped coming the second I saw him even though I wanted to cry just looking at him.
I shook my head at him implying that I didn't want to speak to him. His answer was just a head nod. I honestly wanted to talk to him but then again I didn't want to. I wanted to keep my clarity, my sanity, and not break my walls just for him.
I looked at him, feeling bad every second he stood in the rain. I looked down and realized I shouldn't do this. I need to go. I need leave his presence.
I took my keys and put it in the ignition. I looked at him one last time before I drove off, leaving him there in the rain.
I drove, thinking how well I handled that. I didn't get out or hug him or anything. I did well. But now my emotions are all fucked up.
I changed all my motives, I'm not going to talk to him, touch him or even look at him. That was my final decision.
I drove for a while, back to my house with every ounce of uncontrollable pain inside my weak body. As soon as the car stopped i got out and ran to the door, trying to stay as dry as possible.
I got inside, threw my bag and shoes off and ran up the soft carpeted steps, into my room. Right in that moment I knew I was running away. I was running away from all my problems. And to think, I was just running to my bed, like that's gonna help anything.
I felt defeated, like he won this whole "game". I surrendered, I backed down, I lost.
I walked slowly over to Johns side of the bed, hating myself for what I was about to do. I laid down, grabbing his pillow and hugging it as tight as possible.
"I miss you" I whisper. Feeling everything inside of me break down. I closed my eyes and felt the little tears slide down.
I didn't like what was happening to me. I want it all to stop.
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I woke up inhaling a very nice smell. I open my eyes and see the same pillow I was cuddling yesterday in my arms.
"Well, there's that" I said to myself. I moved the pillow away from my arms and laid it back in its place, next to mine. I got up from the bed and walked downstairs only to hear a slight knock on the door. I stood in place for a second hoping no one would hear me but instead they knocked a little harder.
I walked over to the door and opened it slightly. I opened it wide enough to see who it was. My eyes widened and I stopped breathing for a second.
"Hey Katy" John said. I couldn't believe my eyes. He was standing in my doorway.
Instead of talking I just shut the door in his face. I turned my back so it was facing the door and squeezed my eyes shut.
"No, no, no" I said to myself. I don't know why but as soon as I saw him I got the erg to cry. Its the total opposite of yesterday. I wanted to hug him, cry, yell, kiss him, hit him, and just do all kinds of things to him right now.
All the sudden I hear another small knock. Great.
"Go away!" I yell. It's getting kind of difficult yelling at him or even being rude to him, I just feel so mean.
"Katy please" he says through the door.
"Paparazzi are coming" he adds. I can't just leave him outside when the paps are here, they'll tear him up.
