The Chance

The Final Decision

I sat on the cold stone steps in front of the studio and flicked through photos of Diversity on my Ipod. There were thousands of them, all uploaded during the past few weeks. I had hardly any other photos. As I passed through each of them the photos I couldn't help smiling at each one, thinking about how they all seemed so happy...so perfect. Without anyone else.

The person who had the most photos was by far Perri, his face was nearly everywhere I looked; smiling up at me from the corner or centre of my screen. In each photo he was either laughing or smiling micheiveously. I flicked past one where he was standing with Diversity, a picture a fan had taken with them at Move It. He was standing just behind Ashley, his face lit up and smiling widly at the camera. That was were he belonged. With his friends and family, enjoying their fame as one. He didn't belong anywhere near me, he never did.

I checked the time, he had two minutes. I decided if he hadn't come in the last fifity-eight minutes he wasn't going to come now. I stood up and walked over to the limo.

"Time to go, Chelsea?" My driver asked, a hint of sadness in his voice. I guess he got caught up in our story too.

I placed a hand on the door handle. It was warm from the sun. My hand hovered there for about a minute, drinking in the heat.

"Miss?" The driver asked.

I bit my lip; "What's the time?" I asked.

"Four thirty-one miss"

I sighed; "Yes, yes, time to go"

I climbed into the back seat and felt the familiar purr of the engine as my driver turned the keys and the car started. I twisted myself round and watched as the building grew smaller and smaller behind me. Just as we were turning the corner I thought I saw something darting out the bulding...someone small...I shook my head. No I was just imagining it....it...it couldn't be...it wasn't.

It wasn't.

I looked down, my iPod layed on my lap. I turned it on and looked at my lock screen; It was one of the latest pictures of Perri. In it he was wearing a loose basketball shirt and he was facing away from the camera, clearly unaware he was being photgraphed. He was laughing at someone just outside the cameras reach, a beautiful smile etched onto his face like it was never planning to leave. Natasha was wrong. He didn't need me, he never needed me.

It was me that needed him.

I leant in close to the screen and closed my eyes before whispering the words I was too frighten to say only an hour before;

"No matter what happens I will always, always, love you"

I really hoped the driver didn't hear that.

*The End...?*