Slowly Healing (Sequel to Jerk Theory)

Chapter 30: Final Chapter

PLEASE READ AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END

End of the Day - One Direction
If I could Fly - One Direction
Sorry - Justin Bieber

Previously,
"My love,
Please know this has nothing to do with you. I just need some time away from the craziness. I was a wreck when you told me no. My mind was saying how stupid I was to fall in love again. I'm taking a break from us. I hope that you understand. If you don't I understand. I want you to be happy, move on. Even though deep down I know you won't, which makes me think there's still hope for us.
Baby Girl, please don't be afraid to find your happiness. I will be back, one day. I don't know how long, but I blame on just going where wind takes me. When I come back, and you feel the same way, then we can try it again, but if not I get it.
Don't worry I won't be fully disconnected from your life. I'll come in and check up on you with out knowing it. I used to do it all the time. I'll never be to far away, just know that.

All my love,
Louis"

I don't know what to say, or how to react all I do is cry. I throw his letter across the room and sob some more. Why do I do this to myself? I get up look around his room for something, anything that will help me with the need of my Louis box.

Does he have a box dedicated to us, or me?

I look in his closet and find a small box at the top self and struggle to pull it down. In the process I end up dropping it, and its contents scatter all over the floor.

When I look down I see what I'm looking for.

It's his Alyssa box.

I don't even know what I'm feeling anymore. I've been sitting here in my almost fiancés room, crying for the past hour an a half. I've finally realized what I need in my life and it's too late.

"Alyssa, love. What's going on?"

*Alyssa's P.O.V.
I'm imagining this. Louis's not actually here. It's a figment of my imagination. I'm yearning for his presence so I imagining his voice.

"Alyssa, are you okay?" The voice says again.

"You're not actually here stop messing with me." I say trying to convince myself that he's not here.

"How would you know if you haven't even looked at me?" He says, and I know there's a cocky smile on his face.

I slowly turn around, not wanting to excite myself.

"Is this really you, or am I going crazy?" I ask holding my hands out as if there's a thick sheet of glass I between us.

"It's really me 'Lyssa." He says mirroring my actions only touching my hands and entwining our fingers together, with a dimply smile.

I begin to tear up, even more. I imagined this moment for the past few months, but I thought he was gone forever. I never thought I would encounter him again.

I hug him tightly, tighter than I ever have. I'm hug him like I never hugged him before. "Louis," a word that's become so foreign to my lips. A name I haven't said in a while. I always referred to him as "him" so I would have to be reminded of how I hurt him. I didn't want to remember that I drove him away.