I Chose You (A Greyson Chance Fan Fiction) [EDITING]

Chapter 41~ Never Leave The Person You Can't Last A Day Without.

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~*~Your POV~*~ 

When a person doesn't trust you, how would you feel? Or to make it a lot more worse, when the person you love doesn't trust you, doesn't believe in you or doesn't love you, how would you exactly feel? Depressed? Sad? Hurt? Disappointed? Well, you darn would! 

Well, that person I'm referring to is Greyson. Greyson, the one I used to hate so much. Greyson, who I used to call a Lame brain psycho or Lame-o. Greyson, who used to call me a dork, a loser or Jabba The Hut. Greyson, my first kiss. Greyson, my friend. Greyson, the one who told me to don't give up. Greyson, the person I liked. Greyson, the reason for my tears right now. Greyson, who doesn't trust me. Greyson, who saved me from drowning and the reason why I drowned the in first place. Greyson, the person who repeatedly hurt me. Greyson, the person I love and will never forget. 

He's Greyson. I don't know why I fell in love with him, but there must be a possible reason why.

And then there's Gabe. Running after me even if he's already tired, he's still there, not giving up on me. He loves me even if I don't. He cares for me even if I can't return the way he cares for me. He also told me to never give up even if it hurts him. He's Gabe. I don't know why I didn't fell in love with him. 

Yes, I am running away. And if you think like I'm in one of those movies or novels who doesn't know where to go or doesn't know where their feet are taking them. But I know where I'm going, and that's home. Yes, home in New York. 

I'm sick of being with Greyson. Sick being hopelessly in love with him. No, not 'with', 'to'. It's a feeling that you will regret feeling it. You think love will fix everything like what fairy godmothers do? Well, fairy godmothers doesn't exist and so does love. I hate it when I'm being so emotional!

I finally saw the hotel and took the stairs instead of the elevator. It's the only way I can slow Gabe down, but he didn't. I feel tired as well, but I'm too numb to actually feel it, I just know I am. When we we're maybe at the 8th floor, Gabe started to slow down but he's still running after me.

I reached our room and locked the door. I packed my things and started to dial Mom's number but Gabe barged in. I know I locked the door. Maybe he's got the room key.

"Where are you going?" He managed to ask while panting.

"Home! I don't want to be here anymore, Gabe! I'm sick!" I said while pacing back and forth. 

Gabe held my shoulders making me stop and calm (A little). "Sick? Of what?"

"ALL OF THIS! And that includes that jerk! I just wanna go home. I'm sorry again, Gabe." I leaned my head on his chest.

He hugged me tight and ruffled my hair. Isn't he supposed to be mad at me or he would try to stop me from leaving? "If that's what you want. It's fine with me. And besides, it sure does feel good to go home and let go."