Make Me Forget✔

F I F T E E N

Song Of The Chapter: Stay- Zedd, Alessia Cara.

Conor's POV_

"I can't believe I'm doing this but, what do want to talk about?" I sighed, watching her as she took a seat next to me, staring silently into my eyes that have been hurting so bad for the past hour or so, before she finally decided to speak.

"Me." Her answer was unexpected, but at least we're not getting to the part to why I'm crying on a night like this, because I don't want to get to that part, at least not right now.

"You?" I asked, looking at her, confused.

"Yes. I want to talk about me." She assured me, nodding.

"What about you?" I asked, my hand going through my messed up hair to quickly fix it.

"I don't know." She shrugged. "Why am I here maybe?" She said after I looked back at her.

"Because I called you." I laughed, taking her question as nothing but sarcasm, even though I knew she has a deeper meaning behind it.

"That's my point. Why did you call me?" She asked, making me take her question more seriously than I thought I should.

Well... that's a good question.

Why did I call her?

I don't even know.

Like, I could've easily just chatted up that woman that stopped me in the bar, couldn't I?

It's weird because the second I decided to leave the club, all my brain was commanding me to do is call her, for no reason whatsoever.

It's maybe because I'm just used to her presence that I don't really feel the tension of a first meeting, or I'm simply finding her as my escape, I don't really know, but I know that I can't say neither of these, because I know girls, and they'll be mad if they found out they're being used.

But then again, she already knows the reason she's here, so what's the point in her question?

Actually, when I think about it, I'm not entirely using her now, am I?

I mean, it's a mutual decision, I chose to call her, and she chose to come, so it's not completely my fault.

"Why do you think I did?" I answered her question with a question, trying to escape the thoughts that ran through my mind as I looked into her eyes again.

"I don't really know." She shaked her head. "It's not like I'm your only option, right?" She laughed, her question making me smile.

"I don't really know either." I shaked my head too. "I don't know why I called you, or why I keep calling you, I don't know." I answered, trying to skip any other questions. "I don't regret it though, if that's what you think." I added, getting a small smile out of her lips.

"I've been thinking about something for a while now." She gushed, letting me place my hand against my cheek to listen to her. "Why do you think I come here everytime you call?" She asked, fixing her hair quickly.

"That's something you should be telling me." I said, hoping we'd get somewhere in this conversation by now.

"Funnily enough, I don't know the answer to that either." She slightly laughed.

I understand. I really do.

Sometimes, in life, you just don't know.

"Or maybe," I turned to fully face her. "Maybe you don't want to know." I said, trying to understand the reason her eyes hold such a spark that mine seem to be missing lately.