Really short chapter
Regular P.O.V.
She lied on the couch, listening to the sound of the wind who played with the curtains gently. She pressed the picture close to her chest, taking a deep breath. Her mind was blank, no thoughts, and just white space. The feelings softly washed over her, pushing the tears back as far as she could but they came back. Wanting to cry, but she didn’t want to disturb the silence that was in this house. Taking a deep breath she let her eyes close slowly. Drifting to sleep, she felt like she was finally free of all the lies, hate and hopelessness.
Sunlight shined through the windows of the house, silence still, she turned unto her side. Staring into nowhere, the picture she was holding slowly fell on the floor from her hand. She didn’t seem to care about it, from the corner of her eye she saw Pete standing there just looking at her. His dark brown eyes shined a bit as the sunlight shined on the right side of his face. Before she could speak he throwed something in the air, she just turned her head to see a paper plane gliding smoothly through the air towards her. As it landed a bit away from the couch, she looked back at Pete for a minute but just saw the slight pain in his expression mixed with sadness and hurt. “The answer to all your fucking questions.” His voice was sharp as if he wanted to just spit those words at her from anger. Turning away she reached and grabbed the paper plane. Shakily she unfolded it, revealing a small note:
“Dear,
You keep the distance away from me as if I am dangerous. All I want is for you to know that I care for you and I am there for you. I never left, I am here and waiting for you to look at me with love in your eyes.”
She stared at the paper, she felt his soft gaze. She got up from the couch, smiling like an insane person. “But you never were there for me.” She sneered. “You never cared you never fucking cared about me!” Slamming her fists on the coffee table from anger she glared at him. “You never fucking cared about me!” she screamed. “You never look my way with love in your fucking eyes!” Pete backed away slowly, his eyes full of fear. “You left and never ever called me!” She grabbed her hair. “You never cared and you are the reason I broke my promise with you!” She couldn’t take it, grabbing the photograph from the floor she threw it across the room at him. “You never were there for me when I needed you!” she yelled as tears started streaming down her face. “And I fucking needed you in my life!” Breathing heavily she stared at him as tears rolled down her cheeks. He scowled and clenched his fists. “All I fucking want is for you to let go of the past!” He yelled back at her. “You never let go of the past and you need to let go!” He narrowed his eyes glaring at her. “All I want is for you to feel loved!” He spat. “You were never loved by anyone and I want you to feel that love!” “Love is fake.” She hissed. “Love is just a fairytale.” She stepped farther from him. “I don’t believe you love me.” Pete looked down the broken frame and the picture on the floor. Bending down he picked up the photo of them as little kids from the floor. “I always wanted to be there for you and protect you.” He snarled. “But I was never good enough for you.” He sighed and looked up at her from the picture. “Seeing those scars on your pretty little arms kills me on the inside.” He whispered. “Seeing that you never felt real love in your life.” “It should make you happy.” She wrapped her arms around herself. “Stop telling me stories that you love me and care because it is not true.” That was the last drop for him, he couldn’t take it, and he lost it. “How can you not fucking see that I fucking care?!” he shouted at her his eyes wide with anger. “You don’t know how fucking much I try to make you understand I care!” His voice was shaking as he shouted the words at her. She pressed against the wall, her eyes filled with tears. “But you turned your back on me for two years!” she screamed. “All because of you.” Pete crossed his arms. “No Isabella because of you.” He snarled. “It’s not my fault it is your fault you are blinded by the past.” He lifted the picture and pointed at it. “I want this back Isabella.” He said. “I want to be this close to you once again but you never let go of the fucking past.”
