John's POV
She rejected me.
She'd actually rejected me.
I suppose maybe it was a wake up call, telling me I should have just followed her home. Taken care of her like she'd taken care of me, made sure she got home safely, done as she'd wished, making things even slightly better for us both.
But even so, if not Julia leaving me, Sam also leaving me was like another stabbing in the wound; twisting a knife around and around, deeper into the cut with her every step further.
The bus to town finally drew up in front of the stop, revealing itself to me with open doors. I glanced to the side slightly, watching her walk further down the street; it still wasn't too late to follow her home.
And I wanted to do the right thing.
I really did.
A part of me was fighting to follow her, and craved to mend what was broken between us. But an even stronger part dissuaded that, and my feet stood firmly planted to the ground. The urges of a couple of knock out drinks to numb it all sent twinges of agony through my system. All of it. I wanted it all over. Every pain staking moment.
"You getting on kid?" Barked the driver.
I nodded my head with a wince.
Suppressing my thoughts of Sam to the back of my mind, I stepped onto the bus. I knew how much she hated me drinking, but it wasn't like I had much else to lose, and I'd rather have forgotten it all for now.
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In My Life
FanfictionTime had never sped up more in life until he found his mother again; everything became a blur. Things changed. Some more drastically than others. Him. *** ~Completed~
