The End Of You And Me | BOOK 1 (Completed) & 2 (Currently Writing)

TEOYAM | 21. A Piece Of My Heart

One thing I've realized is that time flies, whether you're having fun or not. I don't know if I've said that before. I think I have. I just can't seem to remember clearly the last few months before the incident that brings us to this journal I'm writing on.

I guess that's what broken hearts do.

They make you have some sort of forced amnesia on the things that cause you so much pain. The funny thing though, they all suddenly seem so clear when you least expect it. It's like you find yourself travelling inside your brain subconsciously and surprisingly, you've unlocked the demons you've tried your hardest to keep away.

The past few months were a blur-- apart from that day two weeks before graduation. Incidentally, it was the last day of classes. In Trinity, we have this tradition of signing yearbooks after the last bell rings. It's something all of the students look forward to because it was the only time of the year where cliques are nonexistent and you can approach anyone you wanted to. Yes, absolutely anyone can approach anyone. I guess every looked forward to summer vacation so much they forgot to put their walls up once that bell rings.

Hell, even Rachel is no exception to this. Even she becomes unusually nice to everyone. She doesn't want to talk about it ever, but I recall watching her hug Lia two years ago. Lia, one of our classmates, was known for three things: 1) she lives in Brooklyn with her family, 2) they became instant millionaires after her dad won the lottery, 3) and that was the only reason why they can afford sending her to Trinity. Rachel always hated it whenever I brought it up, which is basically every time that last bell rings.

"Ronnie, for the love of God, please let this year end peacefully." She covered my mouth with her hand as soon as I walked towards her.

"I wasn't gonna say anything." I denied with furrowed eyebrows as I slung my bag on my shoulder and pulled my yearbook close to my chest.

"Right," Rachel rolled her eyes at me, making me chuckle. We were the last ones to leave the classroom and just as expected, the hallway was full of people having their yearbooks signed by many people I'm sure they haven't even conversed with ever the last year.

I was momentarily distracted from my inner battles upon seeing everyone's happy faces as they approached one student to another. It was so surreal to see everything so peaceful and everyone being honest about their emotions, something that I've grown to fear even more after that night at Harry's apartment.

I snapped from my thoughts and the small smile that was starting to form on my lips disappeared once I saw me and Harry's classmates from lab. And yes, in case you were wondering, I got myself moved to another class. Yes, I was disgusting. Yes, I succumbed to lying my way out of lab just so I wouldn't cross paths with Harry again.

I just couldn't face him anymore. It was like all the blood in my body was being drained whenever I see him. I'm just paralyzed, unable to fight back and demand that he give me back my heart, which ironically feels like it's being stabbed in my chest as if it was still there.

"Rachel, he's here." I spoke panicking a bit as I tried to steady my breathing, "I can't be here."

"What?" She turned to face me with a concerned look on my face. "I can't see him anywhere." She mumbled and tiptoed, trying to find the boy with the brown quiff.

"We have to go." I pulled her by the wrist-- or at least I tried to.

"No," she firmly spoke as she grabbed my free hand. "We're staying because it's the last day of classes, Ronnie. It's the very last time we will step foot in this hallway, surrounded by people we like and dislike. Mostly people we dislike, but the last time can't be so bad so just suck it up." She squeezed my hand lightly and gave me a small smile before she let go.