Living London (An AmazingPhil and Danisnotonfire fanfiction)

Chapter 23: Endurance

*Rachel POV*

All the power and confidence I had felt previously seemed to flop to the ground like a wet towel. I felt a shiver crawl inside me, and burst me into a quick trembling. I stared ahead, to Abby and James, who were looking at me with a variety of questioning in their eyes.

"Hey?" Abby said, with a sort of edge in her tone. She turned her head toward James' lap, where a bowl of chips laid. She reached in and grabbed a scoopful. "I didn't know you were going to me home so early."

I looked at James, who looked at me with confusion. Does he remember me at all? Does he remember what he did?

His eyes told me that I was completely unfamiliar to him. I wasn't sure why, or what alternative positive there could be, but I instantly felt incredibly dreadful, hardly being able to speak a word.

"...Neither did I," I squeezed the words out of my throat.

I can't talk about this now. This isn't a good subject to have here and now. You'll endure this. Just go to your room, and try not to think about it.

But you need to talk about it. You need to make sure you don't stuff those feelings in. Please. You'll really hurt yourself if you do that again.

I walked into my room and turned to my door to close it. For some reason, I couldn't find myself able to do it.

Talk to Dan about it, please. He'll understand.

No, you can't tell him until you discuss it with Abby.

How would you be able to explain that without explaining the conflict you had with your ex earlier?

I sat on my bed, staring forward, and clasping my hands together. My fingers twisted. I tried to keep steady breathing. My hands grew incredibly cold.

It hit me.

You let it happen. You went to that party. He's back. He's back to hurt you. And now he's got Abby. He's going to suck the life out of both of you now!

I felt my head hurt, so I crumbled into a ball on my bed. I closed my eyes and hoped it would all go away.

You can't let yourself be beaten. You can endure this.

But it was your fault. And now you're going to destroy Abby's happiness. You take everyone out of her life. You took her to London and isolated her.

What's the answer? What do I do?

*Abby POV*

James looked into my eyes sweetly. I could feel the gap between my face and his closing. We kissed.

We parted. He seemed to be studying my eyes, as if trying to read me.

"Am I going to see you tomorrow?" I reached up and ran my hand through his hair.

"If you want me to be," he flirted.

"I do," I replied in a similar manner.

He smirked slightly and turned. I watched his walk off, raising a hand, and swooshing it. "Bye," he called.

I felt myself melt a little. Maybe London wasn't that bad.

I found myself skipping, twirling around like an idiot into the kitchen. I opened the fridge, and stared inside for an unnatural time.

The perfect guy! The right guy! Not some idiot who hurts you! A guy who treats you like you should be!

I confidently grabbed the juice, and drank it straight out of the bottle. I chugged it, smashed it, threw it in the trash like a basketball.