//T H I R D P E R S O N\\
They didn't know it yet. In an odd twisted way they couldn't. She had cut them off from eachother. They wouldn't text and they wouldn't talk. An unspoken pact between the two.
Not a day went by they hadn't thought about eachother. They had approached the six week marker. That's over 42 days. No contact. Nothing.
It was easy to say that they missed eachother. It was irritating to say they could talk to eachother but wouldn't. And it was downright hard to say that they were ready to forget about the other.
They weren't.
And probably never would be.
That was the problem. Both of them had the opportunity to just let go but neither could. Neither really wanted to—although if you asked them they would deny it. I guess in a way they kept each other crazy. But also, they kept each other sane. They handled their "loss" differently.
She chose to block it out. When people asked about him she dodged it. She didn't let herself feel anything. Didn't let anyone talk to her about it. Didn't let anyone new get close to her. It was high school, she was a freshman. She was supposed to make new friends and get a boyfriend and go to parties and all that stuff. She didn't. She made a few friends and smiled when she needed to. She laughed at semi-funny jokes and when people cried, she turned away. She would not show her darkest secrets. She would not let this new blank slate of high school be tainted by a summer mishap. A mistake. Amara would never show how the memories of Alexander affected her. Never.
He chose denial and avoidance. Isabell asked about Amara. He said nothing. What did he think? Everything. Something, anything, could remind him of her. He would seize up and go into one of his moods. After she invaded his mind there was no getting rid of her. Normally. If he was with Isabell he'd lean over and kiss her. Hard and—what he tried to believe—passionate. They'd make out for awhile until he just couldn't stand her lips on his.
There was another problem Alexander faced: Isabell. He couldn't stand her. Everything she did irritated him. She still cried because of Amara, and that hurt him. He didn't want to hurt her. He never meant for it to go this far. He had pushed Amara, pushed her so hard she snapped and gave in. He had enjoyed it but didn't think of her. He was stupid. It was his fault. They would still be frie- no they are still friends. They would still be talking if he hadn't pressured her. Isabell wouldn't be crying all the time.
Backtracking a bit, when he wasn't with Isabell he'd sleep. Sleep would often bring dreams of her. Sometimes replays of the one had told her about. Sometimes new ones. He hated himself for it, but he liked those dreams. They brought him into an alternate reality where she was still with him. And it was even better because he could actually be with her, whether in his world or hers.
They didn't realize it. They wouldn't allow themselves to.
They were stuck with eachother. What they did could never be forgotten.
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