Just Kill Me Now...

Chapter Nine

My phone did not just die. My phone sucks because I can never figure out how to turn it back on when it is charging.

"What's the big deal?" Charlie asks as I stare blankly at my phone.

"I don't have a charger and if I did I could never figure out how to turn it back on..." I say pissed.

"Really? You can borrow mine and I'll show you." She offers.

"I thought you weren't supposed to turn your phone on when it's charging."

"You can turn it on when it's charging. How would you know if it is charged or not?"

"Oh... I normally just let it charge over night."

"Yeah, no Gray."

"Okay..." She walks out of my room and I can smell pasta being cooked downstairs. She comes back a couple minutes later with her charger and she plugs it in for me, along with my phone. I wait a couple minutes and then walk over to try and turn on my phone and it turns on. Damn it. I've had this phone forever and I never once realized that I could've done that. I'm stupid.

"See?" Charlie laughs as she's on her phone. I click on messages and see Regie's conversation brighter than the others. I click on it.

6:42 p.m; June 17th, 2016

REGIE: I love you Gray. I miss you too. And I can forgive you, why did you leave me in the first place? I have more questions for you but I'm not sure it would be a fun conversation. If you wanna meet me, go to the main beach. I'll see you there at 7 today, if you want...

I look at the time 6:48. I have to go now. The beach is 30 minutes away if I'm going casually, I'm gonna have to go fast. I rush down the stairs after telling Charlie what I'm doing. I leave my phone on my desk to charge and I just slip on my watch instead. I run to the side of the house and grab my bike, feel the drizzle of the sky. I speed out of the neighborhood and rush to the main road. I speed through traffic, needing to get there, it's 6:54, and I've only been on my bike a couple minutes. I pray that he waits.

I get there 14 minutes after 7 and search the parking lot. I don't see him so he could maybe, hopefully be on the beach.

I run as fast as I could to the shore and look around in both directions. There are maybe a few families here and there and there he is. Our gazes meet, my heart skips a beat. He smiles quickly like someone will catch him. I walk slowly to him, his body language making me cautious. He takes two steps towards me then stops. I was the one who had to cover all the distance. When I finally reach him I don't say anything, I let him speak.

"Gray..." Regie starts though a part of me wants to stop him. "You're here? You came about the mes-"

"Yeah, I came for the message!" I interrupt. I think to myself, why are you here. Do you actually love him or like him in anyway more than a friend? "Um..." Suddenly my enthusiasm died. "What you said? I-"

"Gray, I don't." He says flatly.

"I don't?" I pause to think. "What does that mean?"

"The message. I don't." He repeats.

"I don't think I honestly understand. What does 'I don't' mean? Like, I don't like you, I don't want to be with you." I laugh thinking it was all a joke. I look at him closely and his expression was serious and showed no sign of breaking. "I don't love you." I say for him. 

I stare at him in disbelief. "The hell Regie?! You gave me false hope! You..." I couldn't find words to fit my expression. I couldn't find anything to say. 

"Gray... I'm sorry. I really am. I... you gave me too much space and I dunno. I'm really sorry. But it's not like I didn't ever love you. I just realized I felt this way on the way. I was excited to see you and stuff but then I realized..." He seemed that he couldn't find words either. 

"Wow..." I felt pain and anger but over all, I believe I feel the same way. "Bye Regie." I say as I walk back to my car, letting his eyes pierce my back.

"Gray!" He shouts once. I let my name ring in my ears, I have the urge to turn and see what he has to say but I don't, I let him stand there in his own thoughts. He doesn't make any attempt to grab my attention again, I don't give any sign that he should. 

When I finally reach my car, I sit there, with the keys in the ignition and the music blasting but yet, I don't hear a word. I see the waves crash against the shore as the families leave the beach, leaving their prints in the sand. I look at the spot where Regie and I had the conversation and he's still there. Looking right at me.