To the Beach

Chapter 23

🌹Cascade's pov🌹

I got up when I heard the front door open to the silent house. I opened my bedroom door and slowly made my way down the stairs. I looked up at Callie and saw the sadness in her eyes, she wasn't very good at hiding her emotions. She looked at me and I looked at her. He eyes began to water and I took her in my arms allowing her to cry on my shoulder. I might have not had Logan to love me, or Aubrey to apologize, but I did have a sister that was always there for me, so I was there for her.

She pulled out a pair of small glasses and a broken and old flower crown, but I instantly recognized them. "Where did you find these?"

"I think Rascal set them up on the rock, he was all dressed up and I thought it was for me. It wasn't. He smiled at me and another girl kissed him. I don't even know who it was but that wasn't the worst part, the worst part was that he kissed her back." I saw more tears form in her red eyes and I wrapped my arms around her.

"Hey it's okay, you weren't the only one who had a stressful day." She giggled a little and I smiled. We separated our grasp and walked to the couch.

"So what did you do today?"

"I took the picture of Logan out of its frame and put a picture of you Bre and I in it, the I laid on my bed and for some reason Logan texted me that he was sorry and was stupid and he loved me. The I opened my eyes and realized it was all fake and he didn't love me." I guess I was a little more sensitive than usual because I cried this time, and I cried hard. Really hard.

Callie was always the best at changing the subject into something funny, that was part of her charm. That's how I knew Rascal really broke her, all she did was sit around and mope, and she let me do it too. I sat on the couch with my arms folded across my chest, red eyes, and salted cheeks. Because that's how I love to spend a Saturday afternoon. Bazinga.

The sun was setting and creating colors in the sky, but I took every ounce of my strength to get the desire to look at it, and yet I still didn't. I couldn't force myself to enjoy something that I once enjoyed with my ex. I could be happy from something that took away my happiness so instead I cried some more. And I cried until I didn't have tears to cry.

Callie leaned her head on my shoulder and I didn't push her away. Her eyes quickly closed and she began snoring. I lifted her head off of my shoulder and rested it on a pillow. I folded a blanket over her and tiptoed back to my room. My cold lonely room. Filled with nothing but my bed, pictures, and books, all with a spirit that once made me happy, but now can't even make me fake a smile. I wasn't the same happy person anymore, but then again that happy person had something I don't have now. Him. A three letter word that can turn my world around. Him. The only thing I want and the only thing I need. Him and only him.