Chapter 1

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"Julia..." my mom whispered putting an hand on my shoulder. 

"I'll be right down mom" I said, my voice coming out lower than I expected.

I stare out my bedroom window as I hear my mom's footsteps fading away. 

       Its been 3 years since Leo left me and I'm still empty. This house is filled with memories of us at every coner. I don't know how i made it. I guess my mom is the one that kept me moving. I wanted to me happy for her. I wanted her to know she raised a strong person. so i did what I was best at. Pretending. I pretended to be happy. I went to school everyday faking smiles. Everyone believe it, even Leo. The first time I saw him with Emily Carter was the day I knew that I had really lost him. I had this strange hope that one day he would come back to me and say he was sorry, that he made a mistake, but I was wrong. I wrong was wrong about everything. The love that once felt so real seems almost like a dream now, leaving me to wonder and cry about what went wrong between us. 

         When my mom told me that we were moving to London because of her job promotion, I was so happy, not for her, but for me. I thought this was my escape, I would finally be able to get rid of all these torturing memories, but I was wrong because I realized that's not what I want. I didn't want to forget us. Leo was the best thing that happened to me as much as he is the worst thing thats ever happened to me. Memories was the only thing I had left of him and I didn't want to give that up. They were mine to keep and no one could take that away from me. 

I sighed as I made my way down the stares. My mom was standing in the middle of the empty of the living room. 

"I'm really gonna miss this place" she said looking around the room before landing her watery eyes on me. 

"Me too, mom" I said walkiing up to her and giving her a hug and kiss on the cheek. 

"We should get going" she says pulling away and taking a hold of my hand. 

I give her a weak smile as a tear rolls down my cheek. we walk out and look at the house one last time before getting in the taxi, ready to leave New York. 

Leo. I love you. Forever. 

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