Black and White

24- Nico

My heart twisted inside me. Tears bubbled up in me like lava in a volcano, and I pursed my lips trying to hold them back. Eventually I stopped staring out the window and slid onto my back, letting the first drops slide down the side of my face and pool in my hair. I whimpered, biting my lip and letting out a shaky breath. Jason had left to see if Will had gone home a while ago, and when he returned, I wasn't ready for the response I heard.
"Nico.. I'm sorry...he said he doesn't want you anymore. He's... kicking you out." My eyes had widened. What had I done wrong?! Why didn't he want me?! I spent ages glaring out the window and waiting for it to be some sick joke. It wasn't. He wasn't coming back. I slumped my head and let the tears flow out silently. I was a mess up. I killed my mom and my sister. My dad left us because he was sick of me. My boyfriend didn't want me. No wonder- I should've expected it. I shouldn't have opened up to him when I knew it would only end in heartbreak. This was it.
Footsteps echoed into the room, and Jason sat next to me. "Hey. I'm really sorry. If it helps, you can stay with me." I turned my head and leaned it on his shoulder. Thank god for friends like him. I sniffed, then tried for a grateful smile. "Thanks." I managed. "Anytime. Here, I can take you to the spare room? It might be more comfortable than the floor." He helped me up and kept his arm around my shoulder comfortingly guiding me down the hall to the room. "My rooms right across there if you need me. Okay?" I nodded, then shot him another grateful look before walking into the room and collapsing onto the bed as if the realization of who I'd just lost had hit me like a cannonball. Full sobs wracked my body and every memory of Will and I played like a nightmarish playlist in my head. "Stop." I said aloud. Him knowing my favorite ice cream flavor. "Stop!" Our first kiss. "Stop, stop!" His laugh as he snapped that unexpected photo of me. "STOP!" I cried, covering my head with a pillow. My tears soaked the sheets. I shot up and ran, my memories chasing me. His eyes were everywhere. The most important person to me was gone. I raced out of the house and down the street, wiping furiously at my eyes and sniffing, not making eye contact with anyone. I stopped finally at the book store, entering the familiar area with a slight sense of relief as my heavy heart weighed me down, making it suddenly hard to walk. I sat down and put my head in my arms, inhaling the smell of old pages and savoring the quiet. I needed some time.