6 Hours ( A Nash Grier Fan-Fic / Features All Magcon Boys)

Chapter 8: Oblivion

     He looked as if he would regret telling me.  

     "NASH! TELL ME!" I repeated louder.

     "You know, now that I think about it, it's probably better if I don't."

     "WHAT? No. You can't just tell me that the one thing that gave me hope, and made me smile and kept me going over the past year and a half was a just a big lie and not have more to say about it!" My throat tightened and my eyes watered just enough to get my eyelashes wet.

     "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you anything. I was just desperate to tell someone to let it out of me, and you were here, so I told you. I'm sorry, I put you through it, I really am. It just kills me to see all of these millions and millions of girls just like you take such a lie so seriously and they make it such a big part of their life, but they have no idea; they are so oblivious to what it really is. It makes me feel so guilty and just awful that someone's reason of happiness is just a big lie. I'm a part of the lie, Inaya. And you might think it's easy to just break out of the lie and tell the truth, but I realized that telling the lie is getting easier for me. I realized that trying to accept truth would hurt people more than believing the lie would."

     I faced away from him and shut my eyes to keep the tears from dropping out of my eyes, but the tears seemed to be stronger than my eye-lids. I felt like I was over-reacting. I didn't want to cry. I wasn't sure why I was. I wasn't even sure if it had to do with anything Nash was talking about or if I thought of something myself. 

     "Inaya, I am so sorry," he said as he placed his hand on my shoulder and slide it down my arm and grabbed my hand.

     I didn't want him to assume that I was crying because of what he said. I didn't want him to see me like this at all. I had to go. "I have to go. I'm sorry," Before he could say anything, I pushed him off and ran towards my hotel room. While running I realized how far we walked away from the hotel. It took me at least four minutes to even reach the parking lot. Then I passed the out-door swimming pool, which didn't stand out to me as much as it did last night, and pushed through all the people already crowded in the lobby. Then I  took the stairs to finally get to my room.

     I slammed the door shut and collapsed on the bed uncontrollably crying. Crying and laughing has the same way of unlocking feelings. Both feels like letting go of something you've been trying to get rid of. I rolled over and looked at the clock on my bedside table. The bright red numbers read 8:00 am. It's been 6 hours. Now it's over. And I'm never getting it back.  I'm once again a just face in the crowd, and he's once again that guy on Vine with the blue eyes and cute little sister. I was praying for it to not end. I was wishing for him to never leave. I guess my wish came true because he didn't leave. I left, and I still don't know why.