Matt’s POV:
I shot up out of bed to the sound of thunder, and flashes of lightning. I was sweaty and breathless.
I had not been able to sleep. I spent the whole time tossing and turning, just thinking about her.
I walked to the bathroom and rinsed my face with cold water. I slammed my fist against the mirror.
“You screwed up again.” I say to my reflection.
How could you let her go so easily? She needs you. You need her. I thought.
“We need each other.” I looked out my window. I saw a large bag. I decided to investigate. I grab a sweater, shoes and made my way outside.
The bag and sweater just placed on the ground next to the pot where my baby-our baby, was buried. I opened the bag and saw the t-shirt I gave Delaney when I brought her home.
Delaney.
She was here and I didn’t even notice.
She dropped all her things and left. It was pouring rain, why would she leave everything-
“No.” I whispered under my breath. “No.”
I raced inside desperately in search of my car keys. I grab them and run inside the car. I shakily search for the car key and slide it into the ignition. Aggressively, I turn the key and the car does not start. I curse under my breath. “Comeoncomeoncomeon.” I turn the key and the engine roars. I switch the car lights on and reverse out of the driveway as fast as I could.
Delaney’s POV:
I ran.
Leaving all my cares.
Leaving my past.
Leaving my pain.
Not once did I look back. I knew what I wanted to do now. I wanted to leave it all. Everything I ran past is now just a memory. I don’t want to continue. Not like this. I am weak. I am numb. I felt empty. Just like I used to. I was done. Done with it all. I no longer wanted to feel pain, sadness, emptiness.
Just then, there it was.
My destination.
My answer.
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