Guess I'll Be The One (BYE)

Chapter 15

A/N: Oh God, guys, I'm seriously sorry to leave you guys hanging like that. It's just that I've been really busy with school work and other things. And I'd prolly still be busy as hell this coming months. So, I'd really appreciate if you guys could hang on a few more times and be patient with me! Anyway, I'm going to be honest with you all that I am having writer's blocked, like seriously. I mean, I have all these ideas but I honestly don't know how to write them down. Over the weeks that I was gone, I actually considered deleting the story but I just love you all so much to do that. Oh and don't worry about the typographical and grammatical errors here and there, I will be editing this after I have completed the story. So yeah, I'll try my best to make time for this story and make it more interesting and longer. I wish you all the best!

Here's for all you Riley and Connor girlies and for all the Marley and Jannor shippers! Please do follow us on twitter, @BYEgorge! xo

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PS, special thanks to my friends Gizelle, Ciara and Janina for giving me ideas and pushing me into writing again.

PSS, hi Kat (@alltimeBYE)!

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"Happy first, baby!"

"Ri, you don't have to."

"You forgot didn't you?"

"Will you be mad at me if I say yes?"

"No. Because honestly, it's you and me, us, that matters; not these monthsaries or anniversaries. I love you Margrethe Cris Miller, and nothing can change that. Ever."

'"And this, Mr Riley Thomas, is the reason why I love you back; even more."

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I woke up in the middle of the night breathing heavily with hot tears rolling down my face; for some reason, the memory of Riley and I's first monthsary made me cry. To be honest, it's not the memory that made me cry more; it's what I miss, us, of what us used to be; how we used to be so happy. I saw the time and was surprised that it was actually half past five already. With that as a signal, I jumped up from my bed and went for a morning run. This usually gives me a lot of time to think, which I have been avoiding these past few weeks.

When I got out of the building, it was still dark and I took off. I went on on my usual route and stuck my iPod in my ears, hoping that the songs on shuffle would give me a better mood than I already am having.

"Cause the walls burned up and our love fell down; and it turned into whatever, now we're saying never."

Disaster played, and damn it did not give me a better mood. But you know what? Disaster. That's what it all is right now. Honestly, the second I heard the song I wanted to laugh; but then I couldn't because I knew it was so perfect for my situation. You see, it has been exactly three days since the guys have left and I was nowhere near okay. I miss having Riley around me and to be frank, I quite miss his kisses too. Oh how I would pay millions just to have him back.

At that exact moment, I wanted to break down and cry. Why does this have to happen to me? Call me selfish, and God I'm sorry, but why can't this happen to other people? I rarely miss going to church on Sundays and I pray like all the time; so why me? But then again, I cannot blame this on God. It's His will and heck, I can't do anything but accept.

After about three laps, it started raining and I tripped over my shoelaces. I then started to cry again. Will this become a habit? Crying over every damn thing; because I'm seriously getting sick and tired of this shitty life I call mine. As I sat on the curb, under the rain, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to Ethan holding a towel and an umbrella over me. He helped me up and engulfed me in an embrace. I cried on his shoulder until I stopped.