Lost in Dallas [COMPLETED]

36. (Part Two)

36. (Part Two)

UNEDITED AS ALWAYS. BARE WITH ME.
This is the last chapter of this story and then comes the epilogue. I'm still thinking on writing a sequel (probably will). Thank you to all those loyal readers who always vote and comment. This chapter is for you. Thank you.
All the love, as bloody always, A.
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P.s: i got other stories you can check out if you want:
The Stepbrother (Fanfiction)
Soft as Silk (Fanfiction)
Brother (Fanfiction)
Letters to Myself (Teen Fiction)

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ADRIANNA

Since the moment i decided to knock on Cam's door i knew everything would change. Bloody hell, i knew it since we were back in Indiana and i over heard him talking with Taylor about getting back to LA. To be honest i got happy, because it meant we could go back to normal; to what we used to be but instead he wanted to go back touring with the boys. I couldn't be mad. They've been his whole life way before we met. I couldn't take that from him; wouldn't do it if i could anyways.

After ignoring him for days and sitting in my bed, for what seemed to be centuries, my brother told me i needed to talk to him for closure or whatever the hell i wanted to do with him anyways.

So when i knocked the door of his apartment, Taylor opened the door all dressed up. His eyes scanned me in disaproval and sighed, stepping to a side so i could get it. He didn't say anything, he just let me in. As i walked to the small living room, he went upstairs probably looking for Cameron.

It seemed like i've been waiting hours but the clock is barely moving. I've never been so nervous before. The fact i was here when i was planning on letting him move on without me is so selfish of me. Because probably he alredy made peace with us breaking up —or me leaving his side cowardly.

Our story has been going round and round and round for months. We are back on the start, the only difference is this time i'm the one running.

Looking at every paint well aligned in his living room i discovered something. This, this art he has represents his soul. There's paintings of flowers and bright skies but also black figures trying to figure themselves out. It reminded me when we were trying to figure each other's feelings out. And still, ended up falling crazily in love with him.

Any of this is fair for us. Me, lost my father few weeks ago. I haven't made peace with his death. Probably because i've been bloody busy with trying to fix things with Cam i forgot about how things were at home. I haven't been there for my brother and my mother yet the three of us need to heal my father's death. Together.
It'd be hard. Really i haven't figured it out but all we need to do is follow different paths and if the world will ever decide to make our souls collide once again, then that'd mean the fate is on our side. But it isn't right now.

As i hear footsteps —probably his— i fix my curly hair and my baby yellow dress and wait for his face to show up. As soon as i see his face my heart drops. The person i'm seeing is not the person who cuddled the shit outta me few days ago back in Indiana. Is not the person who screamed to the sky he was deeply, madly in love with me. This wasn't the man i knew, at all. But instead his beautiful face was now covered in sadness and fatigue. His eyes weren't shiny hazel brown anymore but dark and no bright in sight, bags below his eyes making the perfect combination to prove he hasn't been sleeping in days, probably. His hair was all over the place clearly greasy making me realize he hasn't washed his hair in days. His movements were slow. He scanned me with his dark eyes showing no emotion. The coldness who walked by his side made my spine shiver and withour realizing my movements i took a step back as soon as he was in front of me. I found myself shaking, my inner self trembling.

"Are you afraid of me now?", he asked, voice as sharp as a knife. I stepped back again this time being capable to manage my motions.
A cold, dry laugh escaped his throat as he looked at me as i was funny stuff. I tried to open my mouth to say something but as soon as i was to talk i was cut off by him.

"What are you doing here Adrianna? What do you want?". I move my head to a side as dogs do when they are confused. He never called me Adrianna. Just back then when we were strangers and right now it feels much like it.

"Look", he said not changing the sharpeness in his voice. "I'm gonna save you the embarrassement. You had almost a week to come talk to me and you came now, the night before i'll leave L.A. for months? Really? You didn't picked up my calls, didn't answered the fucking door when i went to visit you". He takes a sharp breath and walk towards me, the space between us being really close. "But you decide to fucking come now, the fucking night before". He laughs and i gulp, fear running through my spine as i try my best not to hold the tears who are brimming down my eyes. For my worst luck, i'm not strong enough and a few tears stream down my face.

"No!", he yells making me flinch. "Don't give me the crying shit! You had the fucking chance to fix this and you decide to come the night before i'm gonna leave?! What were you thinking goddamnit? That i was gonna drop everything and stay with you? Was that your fucking plan?!".
His voice is husky, shark, penetrating. Tears are running down my cheeks with such freedom i don't even take the chance to force them back. I let them. Because this is hurting so much and because he's bloody right. I truly believed so i coule change his mind about leaving. Because i'm so damn selfish. Because he has stopped so much from his life to be with me and i deeply thought he'd do the same again.

"Just leave, i'm going out and i need to get ready. You know the way out". That was the last thing he said before turning his back on me and walking upstairs, slamming the door from the room he was already in.

I stood there, numb. My tears stopped streaming down my eyes except they feel so fucking heavy and my heart is pounding in my chest so hard i think he's gonna explode. I have no words yet i already predicted this.

It was over, knew.

I knew since he stopped calling me. Since he stopped texting me. Hell, i knew it since i over-heard him talking with Taylor back in Indiana.

It was over and i did nothing to fix it.

I walked towards the door, opening and closing it slowly as i walked to the elevator. My mind was so numb i didn't even heard the man in the elevator asking me what floor until he asked for the fourth time.
I was already in my brother's car driving to nowhere and everywhere at the same time.

It was over and i didn't say anything about it. He was right about everything. He didn't give me a chance to talk because i didn't deserved it.

It was over.

So over.