The Truth About Us (Austin Mahone Fan Fic- editing)

Chapter 9- Austin (e)

Austin's P.O.V

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Dear Austin,

Do you remember that night I went to visit you in the hospital? How you said I wasn't your girlfriend,;I wasn't Taylor. How you said I wasn't pretty enough, and you asked if it was all a sick, twisted joke.

Well tell me this, was it all a joke? Was everything a joke to you? The six months we were together... was that fake? Did you do it for a good laugh?

Why Austin? Why did you do this to me? You could have picked any girl... why me? Tell me that. Why me? Was it because you thought I was pathetic... was it for your own pleasure? Austin, did you really love me? Really care for me? Were those sweet words you whispered in my ears lies? why Austin? 

I know that I will never be the prettiest girl out there, but did you really have to do that to me? Did you really have to be an asshole about it?

~Scarlett

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I read the letter over and over again. Wow she must think I'm a real jerk of a boyfriend. And she's probably right, I'm a complete failure of a boyfriend. She was most defiantly pissed after writing this letter, and I knew because she didn't add Forever, Scarlett. She just signed her name.

Scarlett. 

I folded the letter neatly and placed it back into the crisp, white envelope. I reached down to open the drawer and place it with all the other letters she had written me. That's right, I read all her letters and never responded, again I'm a horrible boyfriend.

I sighed, maybe today was the day I would reply. The day I would explain everything to her. I reached and pulled the box out of the drawer. With one swift motion I dumped all the letters out. And one by one I began reading them for the hundredth time. I had practically memorized all her letter, to be honest. But I still wasn't sure how to respond.

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Her first letter was the one that struck me the most.... her first and last. Her first letter to be had been so filled with love and sadness, but her last just seemed like she was pissed, and she regretted ever wasting her time on me.

What had made her attitude change upon me?

What had I done?

I pulled out her first letter and began reading. 

Dear Austin,

It's been awhile since I've seen you. And I know, you're busy... or maybe not. I don't know anymore- well I do know... but still, it's not the same without you. But, I love you Austin. I still miss you and love you every single day. Sometimes I think that the pain of not having you next to me in unbearable. It hurts when you're gone.

It's our one year anniversary today... wow. Haha, but we're not even really together anymore. However, my doctor says it's good to write things down. So, hello. I still haven't gotten over what happened. I'm sorry. You may say it's not my fault and I guess it's really not... but I could have stopped it- I don't know how but maybe if I was with you that night or... I am so so so so sorry. Austin... I miss you. I miss you so much and life isn't worth it without you. If I could... well, I can't. Happy one year anniversary, Austin. I hope you get this letter. Or not. I mean, I've finally come to terms with the fact that you're never coming back.  

And that hurts...

Forever,

Scarlett

Forever, Scarlett... those words played in my head over and over. I sighed- by the looks of it, her last letter made forever seem a little shorter. 

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I honestly don't remember her all too well. But the pictures I had tacked in my room, posted on instagram, and stories told to me... I knew she was special. I picked up a framed picture of her and me. Her blonde hair was blowing in the wind and her blue eyes sparkled with happiness. She was looking at me like I was the center of the universe and I was looking at her with the same kind of love and devotion. 

But what had I done?

What had I done to her?

Maybe I should just start from the beginning. Reaching down I pulled out a piece of paper and started to write.

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Dear Scarlett,

I'm not sure where to begin so I'll start with my name. My name is Austin Mahone. I'm sure you already know that though. About a year ago I got into an accident that changed my life. Everything that happened in the past two years, I couldn't remember. I didn't know. And I still don't know. It seems that those two years that were stolen from me were just part of a dream. Sometimes I remember a little more of what happened, but mostly it's just cloudy and misty. I remember the silliest things honestly, I remember that I failed my driving test because I was singing in the car- I hate that lady. Haha. And I remember something about us and Olive Garden. I don't know, everything about you is kind of a mystery I just can't seem to solve.

But I can tell you one thing for sure, Scarlett. You were something special, and I'm sorry for everything. I can only imagine the kind of pain I put you through, and I'm afraid of how much I have truly hurt you. And Scarlett, I have read all your letters. Every single one, and each of them I have kept. The only reason I didn't reply was because I didn't know how. I didn't know what I should say. I'm sorry. 

I wish I could say something more meaningful, but I don't remember you all too frankly.. I don't even know anything about you besides your last name and that you live in Miami and that we went to Olive Garden together. It's really not much, and I'm so sorry. I wish I remembered you and that I had never hurt you.

~Austin Mahone

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I reread my letter over and over. It was pathetic, but it was something. Some type of explanation... a terrible explanation but at least it was one. For one whole year I have simply read her letters never replying. And I'm not sure if she would even want my letter, but I will send this one. I will finally reply with somewhat of an answer. 

Here you go Scarlett... here you go.

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I got up early the next morning to send my letter. But all I could think about was "who sends letters these days anyways?"  

"Austin, where are you going?" My mom looked at me strangely, "you're awake early."

"Just some studio work" I mumbled, it didn't feel right to lie to my mom. I adverted her gaze and opted to stare at the floor.

"Really? New songs?" She tossed me a suspicious look.

"Yeah big stuff 'bout to hit. You know, collabs and stuff. Plus we got to still work on that album" I said half-heartily. "I should get going."

"What's in your hand?" She placed her hands on her hips and moved to block my exit.

"Nothing mom. Nothing. it's just... lyrics I came up with for the new song. Yanno? Big stuff." I tried to edge my way out, God this woman is being pushy. "It's nothing can I go? And I promise I'll eat breakfast there okay? Just move... please." 

And then quicker than I could comprehend, she had the letter in her hands. Her eyes flashed with triumph, "Scarlett." she said softly; her eyes misted over. "Scarlett... I, it's" and then with that she handed the letter back and tears started to roll down her face. "Just go Austin, have fun at the studio."

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(a/n)

yay austin's POV is done- what do y'all think? 

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