Chapter Twenty-Five

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*~*~* Amie's POV *~*~*

After my cry-fest, Niall returned to being cold and distant. He comforted me for a split second, and then it was gone.

He was gone.

He's not the same Niall Horan that I originally fell in love with, but I'm still miserably in love with him, despite the changes. Sometimes I wish that I wasn't. Then all of this wouldn't be so complicated.

I wouldn't be bothered by this nagging pain that follows me around everywhere. I wouldn't have to be constantly reminded of my predicament every time he gives me the cold shoulder and leaves me standing there on my own. I wouldn't feel like a stupid, silly girl for remaining in love with a man that seems to think that I no longer deserve his attention.

It's been 3 days since the car accident and I'm finding myself hopelessly lost. Niall doesn't even seem to bother with me anymore. I'm just an object, something that can easily be ignored despite its evident presence.

He hasn't made an attempt to talk to me throughout these past few days, so I keep my mouth shut. I haven't talked in 3 days.

He sleeps on the couch now, too scared of hurting me to even stay in the bed. So now I sleep alone, drowning in my own tears. I'm looking for a light; a little sliver of hope that he'll come back and yank me from this sea of despair. But I don't see that blissful moment coming anytime soon.

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The same thing continues for a whole week. I'm losing it. I'm losing him. I'm losing myself.

He doesn't make any move towards reconnecting with me. He only does his business around the house and leaves the room when I enter.

I understood him being careful with be before, but this is ridiculous. There's no reason for him to ignore me all the time. He could at least try to talk to me.

The deprivation of human interaction I've been getting lately is driving me insane.

I don't know how much longer I can take this.

*~*~* Niall's POV *~*~*

I'm sitting at the counter, eating the little breakfast I made for myself, when Amie walks in. Her footsteps are soft as she pads into the room in a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt. I pretend not to notice her as she stands in the doorway, her hands that are covered by the sleeves of her sweatshirt brought up close to her mouth.

The sight sends a pang through my chest. Her eyes look tired and empty, and the dark circles under them stand out tremendously. It's killed me seeing her like this all the time, but I don't know what else to do.

I know that what I'm doing is hurting her beyond belief, but I just can't bring myself to touch her anymore. Talk to her, even.

The reason is that I know that I can't leave her, so maybe treating her like she's nothing will make her leave me instead. It has to work eventually. From how she's acting I can tell that's she's about done with me and my careless attitude.

I've almost given up on this operation a few times. Seeing her this broken is breaking me along with it. But I know that if I hold on just a bit longer then she'll leave me. I've almost cracked her.

The only reason I sleep on the couch is so she doesn't see the small time where I let this harsh demeanor go. My nights have been spent drowning in my own tears, wallowing in my own self pity and staggering under the weight of the memory of Amie and her broken state.

The pain that I feel whenever I push past her when she enters a room makes me want to throw myself down on the ground and beg for her forgiveness. She doesn't deserve any of the things I've done to her, but soon it will all be over.

She can't stand this much longer.

But neither can I.

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It's on the 11th day of us not speaking that she decides to confront me about my bitchy behavior. Although I have a feeling it didn't turn out the way she wanted it to.

I was sitting on the couch, getting ready to let my tears flow, when she walked into the room with only a tank top and a pair of shorts on. She leaned up against the door frame, obviously wanting to say something. She bit her nails as I -again- pretended she didn't exist.

When she stepped into the room I spoke the first words to her since a while, but they were harsh and unruly. "What?"

I hated the tone of my voice. It sounded like I wanted nothing to do with her, when the truth was that I needed her in every possible way.

She didn't say anything to my severe words, but tears slipped out of her eyes. One by one.

And the same thing happened for me.

If she wasn't blind there is no way that I could continue to keep up this facade. I'm crying for goodness sakes. That would surely give it away, but like I said; her being blind is a huge advantage.

"I-I just." She stopped.

"Are you going to tell me or just stand there stuttering?" I reached for the blanket next to me and wiped my face, refusing to sniffle and lose all that I had built up.

"I just want to know what happened," she cries. Her knees wobbled underneath her and for a second I thought she'd fall. "I love you, Niall. But you need to tell me what's going on. I'm so confused, Niall. This is going on too far, and I don't know what to do."

She sounded so small. So fragile. And it broke my heart. Her saying that she loved me even after how I'd treated her for the past weak made me sick.

How is it possible that she could still love me despite me treating her like shit?

I don't reply to her and soon she decides she's had enough and turns around, headed back into the room that used to be ours. It took everything in me not to trail after her and apologize for all that I'd done.

But then I was reminded that I'm the reason she's blind. I'm the reason she looks so thin. I'm the reason she no longer has hair. I'm the reason she's always so weak. I'm the reason she has a cast on her arm. I'm the reason she hurts.

And my resolve was strengthened.

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It's now the 15th day. Somehow, I've exceeded 2 weeks.

Amie now doesn't leave her room. She hasn't tried to talk to me, either.

I can only hope that while she's up there she's thinking about leaving me already. I'd like to say that I've already broken. The pain I've been feeling lately is... inexplicable.

I've run out of tears to let go of at night. They simply don't appear. I'd like to think that it's me finally getting over her and moving on. But then the pain in my chest makes another appearance and I know that's not the case. It hurts too much for this to be 'moving on'.

It's when I get the text that everything goes even farther downhill. At this point I didn't think it was possible, but sadly, it is.

From: Unknown Number

Hello, Niall. Remember me? I think I've been given the unique name of 'The Girl Who Disappeared'...

XxXxX

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