I lived in a small, one-story house with my mother; who was nowhere to be seen. I could only assume that she was out with Sam. Her boyfriend. She only has time for him these days, which usually would have bothered me but I had Belle to keep me company; so her absence was welcome. My love, (as well as my hate) for her blurred everything else into a memory.
Belle sat in close proximity to me, feet hanging idly over the edge of the bed. She lifted her gaze from a point on the bed to meet my eyes. Those beautiful, stormy gray eyes of hers.
"Things seem almost back to normal, but I just can't forget what you did. I don't understand. You must have seen me! You knew I would be there. I told you everything but you never even slowed down." Her voice grew steadily in volume, the hurt and betrayal dripping from every word.
"You knew," She repeated steadily.
"I- I never wanted to hurt you. Listen to yourself. Why would I purposefully run you over with my car? I love you, Belle," I whisper.
"I love you too," she murmered. She scooted closer to me, the bed dipped slightly from her shifting weight. I glanced down. Her fingers had become intertwined with mine.
"But I can't forget," she reminded me softly.
"I don't want to lose you again," I forced out in hushed tones. She raised my chin with two fingers, nails painted black. The warmth of her breath warmed my cheek as she brushed the corner of my mouth with her lips. Before I knew it, they were pressed against mine in a kiss that warmed my soul. And that was the last time I saw her before I left.
TWO MONTHS LATER:
"She was standing in the middle of the road, looking up at the sky when I hit her."
My counselor looks at me and continues to scribble.
Loser.
"By time I realized it was her I was on my way home crying. I didn't mean to." My voice gives out slowly.
"You could've killed her. Do you realize that?" He counters, continuing to write.
"YES. I do, I get told everyday, hell, I wake up and there's a text waiting for me," I lick my lips, "it's like she was waiting for me." I almost cough, my words sound pathetic.
"Why would she be waiting for you?"
"I stay up at night questioning that same exact thing." My lips curl into a tight fold.
"What are you going to do now?"
I saw this coming, and you know what? I'm ready for it.
"I'm leaving town, sir."
"Pardon?"
He sits up. Finally a reaction!
"I'm going to New York, to be a writer."
"Do you even have the money for this?"
"I pay you, don't I?"
"No. Your parents pay me," he chuckles.
"Touché. No really, Richard, I'm leaving town. I have to. I can't do this anymore." My words become more serious the further they escape from my lips.
"When?"
"Now."
"You're insane," he scoffs.
"Is that your diagnosis?"
"Yes." His lips curve into a smile.
"Is there a cure?" I ask, putting my coat on.
"No, just love," he stands up giving me a hand.
"I don't have any of that, doc."
"Then go find some, New York is full of fun." Opening the door he shoos me out, and with that he embraces me.
"You be safe okay?"
He let's go, straightens his tie and walks into his office, shutting the door like nothing had occurred.
____The New York welcome sign slaps me in the face with reality.
"I'm actually doing this."
"I'm actually doing this!!!"
The car is filed with happy-screams and the people beside of me are frozen in terror.
__I shortly arrive at my new apartment complex, Loft. I run inside, checking in and grabbing my keys. What feels like years later, I get all my boxes.
My mini kitchen is filled with granite and hard wood floors. It's costing me a pretty penny but anything for being comfortable. I slowly put my bed together, putting my silver hair into a messy bun and checking my flicked-eyeliner.
Pierce The Veil engulfs the apartment complex. Nothing but my kitchen and sofa can bombard me now.
A loud knocking begins to play at my door. Who the hell do you think you are? I yank the door open, eyeing a tiny red head with black eyeliner in a black dress.
No. No.
Her eyes pour into mine. This can't be. Are you kidding me?!
"Hey."
I slowly close the door and walk outside.
"Hi." Her voice is quiet, but her outfit and make up scream loud enough.
My ex Emma couldn't have picked a better place. Ugh.
"Hey." My voice spills from my lips like fire in a furnace. God I hate her.
"Are you new in town?" She asks, putting her hair to the side.
"Yeah, moved here a day ago," I mumble.
She moves from the doorway and engulfs me in her arms.
"-it's nice to see a familiar face," She says into my chest.
"Yeah . . ."
I don't know how to feel, she's so beautiful now, and well-put-together. . .
"I missed you," I say into her hair, "it's been a while."
AUTHORS NOTE:
Sorry so short, gotta keep the other books updated yo.
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