Broken (Completed and editing)

I knew you'd do it again

"Go on telling the world how you have nothing to do with me. Go on and make me believe that i am not desired by you. Not you, not anybody else.

Just a waste of space, right?"

Veronica's POV:-

After i had showered i found Aaron was dosing off like a baby on the bed so i'd gone down to see if anyone else was free. I wasn't really sleepy or tired. My dream was still vividly running through my mind.

Eric's house is as beautiful as it is back home. There were pictures hung about around the house with Eric and Freya's childhood alive on the walls.

After mom's death dad couldn't bare to see the reminders on the walls so he took off all the pictures. I could only save the one i had in the piano room. What dad did to those pictures was something i never knew. They were maybe in his city apartment or in his locked up study at my house.

No matter how bad it seemed to one but i envied Eric's family and how they had accepted Freya's death so easily. I could see they had.

Dad was another story, he never accepted mom was gone and maybe that is why i also never could. I mean, he took off all the pictures and left our house to stay in the city. With all of that he couldn't even bare to see me around, walking as a reminder of his loss. That is what his eyes implied at least.

I was standing in front of a picture of the whole family smiling hugely. Eric was sticking his tongue out at a light blue knee length dressed Freya who smiled at him lovingly. She really was beautiful, the only thing that was same about me and her was our faces were exactly the same.

She had that dirty blonde hair while mine were golden locks across my forehead. She seemed have grey eyes like her brother but they were not like mine, i have absolutely blue eyes.

She was really lucky to have such a family. I wonder how she mustered the courage to kill herself.

How bad the pain was from the heart break, that pushed her to end it all? Why did she not see that she had everything one would kill for? A family, alive mother. Protective brother. Attentive father. Why would you leave this all for a boy, Freya? My eyes had questioned the face in the picture.

Maybe she loved that boy with her all, maybe watching him not giving two fucks about what she went through, broke her so far beyond that she never even considered it worth it to put herself back together again.

What if now, when things are going good for me finally, with Aaron, and he turns up breaking my heart. Would i be in such grief to kill myself. Would it be so hard for me to pull through this time? Whatever dad and him are hiding from me, would it really be that bad?

I strangely feel that i trust him, despite the hiding i trust him. It had just clicked in me that i do when i thought about it. Why?

I fear that i might be a cherophobic. Caroline once told me it was related to being afraid of being happy because you constantly feel like that the happiness will last short. Damn psychology and it's complicated terms of describing the feelings of a person. They were feelings they weren't supposed to be described.

No matter what happens when i get back home i'll have to make them both talk to me. This has been circling my mind ever since i've heard dad and Aaron talking.

It's driving me crazy, because every time Aaron touches me i start forgetting everything that is still veiled, still hidden. I fall deeper and deeper wanting him more than ever. All thought of right and wrong disintegrates.