Happy endings

N i n e

Skylars P.O.V

Cole had let go of my hand half way to the kitchen, I was lost in a wave of drunken dancers. I continued walking around until I got into the kitchen. No Cole.

I saw the drink table and grabbed a beer. This is going to be a long night. After about an hour of walking around, I developed a headache. I found the stairs and went up them.

It was quieter up here. So I stayed into the hallway until I heard a familiar voice in the room at the end of the hall. I walked up to the door and listened closer. Yeah, I know that voice anywhere.

I opened the door to see Cole. And Jenn. In bed. All of their clothes were in the ground. As I opened the door, Cole's head shot up, as did Jenn's. I was shocked.

"Skylar, it's not what it looks like, I swear!" Cole yelled over the music, chasing me down the hall while trying to put his clothes on. I can't believe he did that.

I turned around and threw my cup of beer at him. He looked at me in awe, as if I just did the most terrible thing. Afterwards, I stormed out of the party.

I walked 13 blocks before finally reaching my house. I walked in, stomped up the stairs, went in my room, and started sobbing on the floor.

I can't believe he did that to me. I thought to myself, as I wiped my makeup off my face. My face had marks all over it from crying so much. I looked ugly.

Over the next few days, I skipped school, turned off my phone and stayed in bed. "Honey, come out please. You haven't eaten, and I'm really worried about you." My mother worriedly spoke, loud enough that I could hear her through the door.

I wasn't hungry. I was numb. I couldn't cry, or be mad, or laugh. I lost all emotion. How do you know when you're broken? When you've cried so much, you can't feel anything anymore.

Later on that night, I heard a light tap on my window. I wasn't sleeping, I couldn't sleep. So I got up, and walked over to my window. As I opened my curtains, I could see light brown gelled hair. It was Cole.

I opened the window, then went to sit back in my bed. He came and layed beside me. He tried to hold me in his arms but I flinched away. After 5 minutes of silence and him staring at me, he spoke up.

"Im so sorry, Skylar. Im so, so sorry." He whispered, with his voice cracking of sadness, he sounded like he was about to cry. I Hadn't realized that while he said that, he pulled me into his arms.

With that, I started sobbing. I cried and cried, until he pulled me closer and rested his head on mine. After I settled a little, he whispered sweet things in my ear and played with my hair, until I started dozing off.

Those three words stuck in my head. They played over, and over.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Was I ready to forgive him?