Gabriel (Continued) (Book 2)

NOTHING MATTTERS ANYMORE

A-N- Hey guys! Finally...I have reached this point in the story! I have dreamed of this for years! (<---- Im not lying about that) . I know this might upset some, but all things will be answered...eventually >:D

So, ya'll are lucky cause you get TWO (:O yay!!!!) new chapters today :) You just have to wait like an hour for the second one.

SO enjoy this one!

February 21st, 2017 (Rhoan's POV)

I don't know why I'm doing this. It seems so wrong but also so necessary.

"I-i can't believe you're leaving." Valentina whispered. She looked well close to tears. I wasn't sure if she was going to start crying tears of blood or not so I handed her a tissue just in case.

I nodded in reply.

"But why? You always seem so happy! Just yesterday I saw you smiling and not having a care in the world..." She kept going on and on. I couldn't deny any of the things she said, they were all true. I was happy, I was smiling, I never wanted to be anywhere else.

"Rhoan," her lower lip quivered a little, "Why?"

I hated this. I hate, hate, hate this! But I couldn't stay. Not any more.

"I just have to." Was my reply.

"Rhoan, you don't have to do anything that you don't want to do! Is someone telling you to leave?"

I shook my head, "No one is telling me. But I know I gotta. And yeah, I have to do THIS." I finished my glass of wine and stood up. Valentina was motionless. I opened the door and paused there.

"Would you say good-bye to everyone for me? I suck at goodbyes."

She looked at me for what would be the last time and gave a small smile, "Nahh, you just suck period." It was a joke, but on some level I know she fully meant it. I begged her with my eyes, "Yeah," she whispered while looking at the ground, "I'll tell them."

"I love you, Val."

"Then why do you always leave?"

I closed the door and started walking away. I heard something smash into millions of pieces from inside her house. I hated to hurt the ones I love. I just hate being me. I always left, no matter what the situation was. All I knew was that I couldn't do this to them.

I was thankful when Johanna's car wasn't home because that meant she and Gabriel were still working. I ran through the door and down into the basement. I pulled two suitcases out from under my bed and started throwing stuff in them. I didn't pack nicely, because I needed to get out of here before Gabriel got back. There was no way I could look him in the eye and tell him that I was leaving. I just couldn't. Not after all we've been through. So, yeah, my plan sucked; just leave when Gabriel and Johanna didn't have a single clue about it. It was a dick move, but one I needed to make.

I turned my head to the side and caught sight of myself in the mirror. It made me drop what I was doing and stop and look. I couldn't believe how...old I looked. My brown hair was speckled and splashed with grey and my eyes were... Well, it didn't look like I was 28. I sighed and looked down to my suitcase, but something made me look back into the mirror. But when I did, I wish that I hadn't. Gabriel stood there on the stairs, reflected into the mirror. He had a confused expression on his face and his eyes were all sadness.

"Gabriel-" I started, turning around to face him.

"What is all of this?" He asked, cutting me off, "Why are you packing?"