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"fate makes decisions if you can't make one "

Veronica

I don't know if I should be scared,  afraid or terrified. I don't even know how to tell him or my family about this. The sin that he created was a reason I felt like rotten in hell. But what can I even do when he don't know the truth. He's gone now. Last month I got a message from Manson or more like a letter from him, it went as;

Dear Veronica

I'm not going to say I'm sorry for what I did to you cause, I don't.  I don't regret jumping into your room and meeting you, I don't regret kissing you more than the time I could get into the world,  Idon't regret waking up with that scent of strawberry on your hair and I certainly don't feel regret having feelings for you. Even though we never see each other that much, I never felt this way to anyone before. What hurts me most is that, you left me and I left you because of my cowardliness of telling you that, a guy like me could have butterflied in my stomach. But if space you need, that's what I'm gonna give you. I'm moving to London tomorrow night, and if you want me to stay you can come see me at the airport but if you don't.... I know what it means then. I hope you make a right decision for your happiness.

Love, Manson

When I read that latter, tears fall down my eyes and down my chin. Knowing that he doesn't want to work things out with me makes my heart broke into a thousand pieces. So that night I went to the airport and search for him, but unfortunately I was late an hour because of the traffic, now he will never know how I feel about him and how much I want him to hold me in his arms. I never want this to end, but I guess fate made my decision when I can't make one.

After that one month, I went to school for my final day of graduation. When I was on the stage taking my scroll, I started to feel nauseous and hurt on my stomach so I walk down fast and run straight to the bathroom. If you can guess by now, I was throwing up on the disgusting bathroom bowl. At first, I thought it was just nervous and about Manson not being here, but than it kick me, a month of no period, throwing up consistently, feeling sick all the time. Put two and two together, I solve the puzzle, I, Veronica Roth, a 17 years old girl, am pregnant to Manson Dallas child.

**STAY TUNE

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