Still Not Broken

Chapter 3

Leila
Waking up was so confusing because a minute ago, it was 5:00 am and now, its 7:00 pm. Had I been asleep for this long? I am inside my room. How had I reached here? Then it hit me like pianos falling off the sky! I've been with Ben. He must have gotten me here. My thoughts got distracted when something outside fell, I got on my feet after a huge struggle between my ruptured hand and the sheets. Right outside my room was the most beautiful view I'll ever see in my entire blessed life. Ben. Ben was sleeping on my - very lucky - couch. With the controller on the floor, I assumed that it was what made the banging sound earlier. I should have woken him up, yet I didn't.

I sat down on my knees so that my face was just above him. I was aware of everything around me for that moment, I was aware of my knees on the freezing ground. I was aware of the rising and falling rhythm of his chest, which I would have made into a top song if I were I musician. And I completely understood it that moment. I understood how Ben was the most beautiful work of art. How he should be preserved in a museum rather than just wander the streets. I understood that guys like Ben never liked girls like me. Plain and simple. Thinking of this truth sent a foul taste into my mouth. The next thing I know, was that my face crashed into Ben's chest. Ben had extended his full built around my back and pulled me towards his upper body.

This was definitely a dream, a dream I've wished to encounter the past seven months. I didn't pull away. We were there, him on the couch and I on the floor. Semi-hugging. It felt like the earth had completely shut down leaving us, and only us behind. I never wanted anything of dear life but this. But then, Ben pulled away and toppled to the other side of the couch leaving me behind with nothing but the coldness of the house, and the fire which had just started within my heart.
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Ben
"Jaime," I called out. "You don't understand." But Jamie was right, she was so more than right. "I hate you," she cried. "I hate you, for making me fall in love with you." We were on the roof. The darkness of that night promised monsters and heartbreaks. "I am, I can't live without you." I told her, and it was the entire truth I've been burying deep inside me.
"I need you to feel the pain just this once, because with you, I've lived it more than a thousand times." I believed her, I was a guy people should stay away from, I got wasted and one of those cheerleaders was all over me, so I responded to her cold kisses, her lifeless touch. Yet, the moment I met Jamie's eyes, I never felt any sober. "Jamie, please don't do this to me." We were here, on the roof top, and Jamie's tears were falling, I wanted to hold her, tell her I'm sorry, and bring her the entire world as an apology. One step closer, and she took a matching one further. A crashing sound and Jamie was gone. The only girl I've truly loved was gone.

I felt a burn in my chest and when I opened my eyes I was as far away for Jamie as anyone could imagine. I was on Leila's couch, except Leila was on the floor, half asleep, I guessed. And my hands were around her. This isn't right. I admitted to myself that I liked Creeper, but I just don't and won't want anybody else to get hurt because of how foolish I am. I will not allow this girl to get hurt. I removed my hands as fast as I can, and toppled to the other side welcoming a world with the torture of liking the Creeper next door.