The raindrops fell on the dark wet sidewalk in the busy streets of New York City. People walked, people talked, people just drank their coffee in Starbucks. The steam from the hot breath lifted up into the air as they strolled down the busy loud streets. Cabs, buses and cars passed by, everything just as usual in this city.
Everything business and work. She walked down the streets, the people nudged her out of the way as she was walking to slow for them. Her gray-green eyes looked to the ground as she looked at the circles the raindrops made as the fell into the puddles. Her blonde hair wet from the rain she brushed it out of her face, and looked up again as she approached the door of the apartment she lived in. Opening the door she walked up the dusty stone stairs to her small place. Shutting the door, she let out a deep sigh. The rain poured harder outside and thunder rumbled somewhere in the distance.
Maybe all this was her imagination, maybe a horrible nightmare that she never woke up from. She liked to think that but it was real, real life she lived and couldn't escaped from its grasp. Quickly snapping out of her thoughts she pulled out a box from under the couch, in it were tons of CDs. Putting on her headphones and turning on my chemical romance on full volume she layed back on the couch staring the ceiling. Closing her eyes, she fell asleep only to be woken up by her phone vibrating in her pocket. Rubbing her eyes she slowly picked up the phone, not seeing the number.
"Hello...?"
"Hey...Isabella?"
"Um...yes it is."
"Remember me? This is Pete!"
"P-Pete...?! I thought...you...never mind."
"I was wondering if you would like to meet me."
"Where..."
"At the next door Café."
"I-I um..."
"Great see you at 7 then."
He hanged up. She looked at the phone for a second, then at the clock it was 6:32pm. "Shit." She muttered under her breath. Gathering herself together she pulled on her hoodie and sweatpants. Slamming the door shut she walked out unto the streets. Messed up hair, no shoe laces in her vans she didn't give a shit.
"I just want this to be over with." She said under her breath as she entered the Café. Her eyes looked around the place trying to see Pete, she saw a dark haired boy approach her. "Hey! Remember me?" he chuckled.
Taking a tiny step back she looked at him up and down, "Pete..." she whispered.
All she wanted to do was run to him and hug him but no, she stopped herself.
He has changed, the red streak in his hair was gone, and that guy liner he used to wear gone. Only his flippy hair was still there, all covering his eyes just a bit. Once they sat down beside the window, he looked at her. "I haven't seen you in ages." He said "Where have you been?"
"The question is where you have been all this fucking time." She snapped looking him in the eyes. "Me? I been in France for 2 years now...I decided to come back here." He calmly stated. Isabella turned away from him and stared out the window, "And you never called me for the past 2 years until now..."
"Listen I am sorry..."he sighed. "I thought you forgot about me."
"Forgot? About you?" she whispered. "How could I forget about you!? You were my best friend!"
"I thought you weren't friends with me..." he sighed heavily.
Suddenly he noticed scars on her wrist, "What is that?"
She followed his gaze down to her wrist to see the scars. "It's nothing." She said flatly trying to cover the scars up with her sleeve. Too late, he grabbed her hand. "It's something." He pulled down the sleeve revealing the scars. "Why...?" Looking her in the eyes his bright smile faded. "You said you were fine." He snapped. "You said you will never do anything to harm yourself!"
"Pete...listen I-" "No. I know already you lied you lied to me."
She pulled her wrist back from his grip, "I didn't lie Pete...I would never lie."
He just glared at her with his death look. "Fine. You don't believe you can get out." She yelled and got up storming out of the Café.
Pete sat there, the thoughts of her clouding his mind. "She wouldn't have lied to me...I am that bastard who tries being right..." He got up and raced out of the Café, running after her. Catching up he grabbed her by the shoulders. "Listen I am sorry!"
"Just forget it...it doesn't matter anymore." She pushed him aside and kept on walking. "Wait! Please...I beg you." He shouted after her. "Please! Come back!" She didn't turn her head, not a glance at him. She just kept walking. Pete tried running after her but he lost her in the crowd of people walking in the other direction. Like a ghost he lost her again, feeling an ache in his heart. "Fucking idiot." He grabbed his hair. "Such a fucking idiot."
