Find You There (Fanfic Version)

Fifty-Six

It's not that easy. I didn't like it just as much as he didn't.

Knowing Harry, he'd chase after me. . . like he always does when we fight but I've kept my head together. I'd go to the elevator but it had always been my mistake as he'd reach me before I reach the end of the hall.

This time, I walk straight for the stairs. Tears continuously stream down my cheeks. I let him go, even if he doesn't want me to, him walking out from me is already a signal.

Besides, he said he loved his wife. . . putting me out of the picture is easier. I sit on the stairs, my head low, trying to think if I've done the right thing. I'm not sure if I did because all I seem to feel is the burning sensation coursing through me. At the same time, I feel numb, I don't know what to feel.

If I'd have known it would end this way, that this is the kind of pain I'd go through. . . I would have tried to stop it from the very start. I can't bear another second in this building anymore, all I can hear is him telling me to stay, calling out my name but here I am, the one who had just walked away.

I take my phone out and dial Danny's number and it switched to voicemail. "Danny, can you please pick me up? Pl-Please? Don't ask questions. I'm — I'm in my old dorm, ask around th-they know." I tried my best not to sound like I'm crying but it's already that way.

I hate this. It'll be at least an hour before he gets here and I need to calm myself. But truth is, I can't.

Everything just burns, everything back there in that room seemed so long ago. . . and it's the kind that I can never have again. I can't do this, I can't go back here ever again.

Echoes, flashbacks, it wasn't even ten minutes ago and the things are already hanuting me.

Imagine that for the next few hours that seemed like ages before my phone rings as a signal that I can get out of the place. . . finally.

I don't like it here. I used to love the place but not when every second of it is a reminder.

I take a few minutes of checking myself, trying not to look like I haven't been crying. Of course, there can be no hiding the fact that I've been crying.

As soon as I walk out the door, I almost don't believe what I'm seeing, in fact, I'm considering myself already delusional at the very moment.

I brush a few locks of my hair away from my face. "Dad? What are you doing here?" I ask. My voice is already awful as hell but that's the very least of my problems.

Behind him is his favorite car which is for family use only.

"What made my daughter too upset that she didn't know the difference between the contact of her dad and her driver?" He asks. "Come over here."

I gave dad a tight embrace and then let go later on.

"You remember him, don't you?" Dad asks and I nod. He sighs. "It's our mistake for always underestimating your memory."

"Lesson learned, I guess." I shrug a little, my voice as faint as ever. "Let's get out of here, dad. I don't want to be here anymore."

"Yeah, I know a place that always can always cheer you up."

I nod. I hope it works.

I almost laugh when I found out where dad is taking me.

"Texan Cacti County. . .," I mutter. "Seriously, dad?" I whisper, slightly smirking even though I still feel awfully heavy.

"What? It's your favorite place since you were little!" Dad reasons out and I appreciate the little thing.

It's sort of a theme park but without the rides, it's just an imitation of what it used to be like in the wild west, saloons, gun fights, horses and cowboys.