Pete P.O.V.
She bumped into my chest as I walked towards her, as she looked up at me those pale green eyes seemed hopeless. Drained of all the energy, looking like the green was fading away and turning grey and gloomy. Just like the rainy sky, she was empty of hope like a bottle just locking eye contact with me. We stood there not saying a word, just looking at each other it felt like we stood there in the rain for hours when it has only been a minute. I felt her shaky breath, she wanted to look down to the ground but something was stopping her. As if she wanted to stand there with me in the rain just looking me in the eyes. I felt a stab of guilt inside me, the guilt which made regret what I said to her in the Café. I didn’t want to hurt such beautiful soul, even if she has a short temper and can easily get mad. I still love her, but she is my best friend or she used to be. I have deep feelings for her, feelings she may never actually understand. I can’t help it I’m sorry, I love my best friend. I feel guilty for not calling her, I feel sorry that I wasn’t there when she was alone, I regret that I was such a bastard to her when I saw the scars on her wrist. As she stood there looking at me, I saw slight pain in her eyes. I tried to smile but it didn’t work. I put my hand on her shoulder firmly gripping it, she didn’t say anything to me still. Her gaze softened and she fainted, I caught her before she fell on the pavement. Such a weightless body in my arms, she was so weak. Looked like she didn’t eat in forever, I pressed her close to my chest carrying her to my car. I lied her down in the back seat of the car, sitting down at the wheel I looked at the mirror to see her. Such a small angel she was, she didn’t realize it though. Starting the engine, I pressed down on the pedal and started driving to my house.
Regular P.O.V.
The rain poured harder, lightning flashed in the sky as the black Mercedes pulled up beside a house. He stepped out of the car, the rain poured down on him as he opened the other door of the car. Gently he took her out of the car, pushing the door shut with his foot. Carrying her inside of the house, he carried her to the living room. Laying her on the couch, his gaze soft as he covered her his jacket.
Isabella P.O.V.
Darkness, no light. I was surrounded by darkness, what was this? Am I dead? No, how can I be dead. I feel emptiness in this darkness, I’m scared to take a step forward. What if I fall? I don’t want to fall down in the empty depth of this dark world. But this world is only my imagination? This is all a dream? I can’t decide, I can’t answer my own thoughts. This insanity is gripping me, pulling me deep into its world. I don’t want to go, but its hand holds mine tightly I don’t know how to let go. I want to be out of here, now! I can’t breathe, its killing me…I can’t feel myself. I want to scream but nothing comes out, I want to run but my legs are turning stone. I don’t want life to end this way, I don’t want to be in this nightmare. Let me go! Please…I beg you sweet insanity, I beg you let me be. Let me be, let me wake up from this. I want to wake up, this isn’t real. This is not fucking real! With those words my eyes opened, and I sat up. My breathing heavy, my heart was beating fast. Vision still blurry, I fell back staring up at the wooden ceiling. My heartbeat slowly turned back to normal, as my vision cleared a bit. I turned my head slight glancing around the room, I don’t know where I am. This isn’t my house, where am I? The antique smell, the big clock, where was I? I lied there on the couch and wondered. I noticed that I had a jacket covering me, it was quite warm I didn’t want to take it off. Scared to move from my ‘safe’ place, I just looked around myself. “You’re awake.” A voice startled me, I glanced over my shoulder to see, “Pete?” I slightly choked on my own words. He just stood there in the door way holding a bowl of which seemed like soup. He chuckled slightly before calmly walking over to me, “Don’t you remember?” he asked placing the bowl in front of me. “Remember?” I raised my eyebrow. “What?” “I guess your memory of that got slightly erased.” He sat down in the chair across from me his brown eyes gazing in mine. “You bumped into me on the street, we locked eye contact and then you fainted.” My eyes widened, “Then why didn’t you just leave me there?” I asked bitterly. Pete was a bit taken back by my bitter tone, but what did he expect from me? He was the being an asshole to me first. “Why would I leave you there?” “Oh I don’t know why.” I sneered narrowing my eyes. “Maybe because you hate me.” I felt a bit guilty for saying those words, I wanted to take them back but it is too late. Surprisingly he remained calm, “I don’t hate you.” He softly answered after a long pause. “I never hated you.” His emotions were so strong, I couldn’t take it all I wanted was to get up and hug him tightly and spill my feelings out for him. But no, I can’t just do such thing. He doesn’t have the same feelings for me like I do. We are just friends…friends. Nothing more than friends. If we are just friends then why is he so caring? No, don’t think that he is just caring to everyone he meets. I am just another one of his friends…one out of his hundred friends. If I left he probably won’t even care, he will just forget about me just like he did when he moved to France. “You know…” I whispered. “Maybe I should already go…I am wasting your time.” Pete raised his hand and motioned her to sit back down. “You’re not going anywhere.” He stated. “Not in that rain and it’s far from your house.” I sighed sitting back down on the couch. “Why are you being super nice?” I asked again. He just shrugged, standing up he left the living room. Leaving me alone again, I felt a bit guilty for being a bit of a bitch to him. But what can I do? He is the one shoving into my life, or at least trying to shove his face into my life. I don’t need any help from him, I can deal fine on my own. Even if I will sometimes miss him, I can be on my own. I do love him, but who believes in love at first sight? I don’t. It’s only fairytales, her falling in love, him falling in love and right away they get married. Happy endings aren’t for me, I will never live a happy ending. I pushed the bowl of soup aside from myself, I wasn’t hungry. I didn’t want to take food from him either. Lying back down on the couch, I didn’t want to close my eyes. I didn’t want the darkness to devour me like a predator, I can’t take that world of emptiness. As my eyes looked around the room, I noticed something on the top shelf of an old wardrobe. It looked like a picture, standing up a bit unsteadily. I made my way to the wardrobe, reaching to the top shelf. I took it from the shelf, it was dusty with an old black frame. With my hand I wiped the dust off it, my eyes widened to see what it was. “How…?” I whispered. That picture, of me and Pete when we were about I don’t know kids. Why did he keep it? What does this mean to him? I shouldn’t count that he decided to put it there. I know that he doesn’t care.
