Seven Days

Day Five

Day Five

10:50 am; April 6, 2012

Evan's room

I feel awful and utterly helpless. My body is not cooperating with me the second I woke up. This won't have happened if it isn't for Evan. Huh.

Just two more days and I'm out of here already. Will I get the closure I'm asking? We've been bickering the day we first saw each other and then we'd both be in each other's arms.

I close my eyes and hide under my blanket. I'm in Evan's room and I can't help but smell his scent anywhere. It's becoming my favorite thing in the world.

Sigh.

If only he can see I'm the one who--

I chuckle at my own thoughts. I'm quoting You belong with me of Taylor Swift. Her songs are really relatable.

The door slightly open, revealing Evan and his gloriousness of a God-like body with a tray of foods in his hand.

"Hi. Brought you some breakfast," he says as he walks towards me.

"Thanks," I mumble.

"Are you okay now?" He places the tray on the nightstand table. "You shouldn't have slept outside. It was cold out there!"

I shrug, not really knowing what else should I say to him. "I'm fine," I say in nonchalance.

He shakes his head. "No, you're not. Stop saying you're fine when you really aren't, Charlie. I worry about you."

"Don't worry, I'd be leaving in two days so you won't have no one to worry about anymore."

He just look at me. I can't think of anything else to say to him. I can't always sweet talk him and then get mad. Eventually, I'll leave, so might as well be as serious as possible.

"You don't have to leave just yet," he says softly. He reaches for my hand and draws circle on my palm as he continues saying, "I'm enjoying your company here. I like you being here. You can stay for as long as you want."

"And get hurt everyday?" I blurt out. He stops drawing circles. He now entwines his hand to mine before looking straight at me.

"If you have already made your decision, then I won't hold you back."

"What do you need me for?" I ask. We're still staring at each other's eyes.

"Charlie--"

"What do you need me for, Evan?" I ask again when I sense that he is about to divert the conversation elsewhere.

"Nothing."

That's it. That's my reason why I should go. Because he clearly doesn't need me.

I smile. "See? You don't need me. So why stay?" I sigh. "You're a great guy and I love you so much. But I have to leave. We have to give each other the chance to start over again. I want to start over again."

He pulls me to sit on his lap. I do as I'm told. Just two more days, I thought. So I'm going to enjoy every moment. He cups my face, stroking my cheeks with his thumb as he stares deeply into my eyes.

He says, "You're a great woman. And any guy will be lucky to have you. It's just that, I'm not one of those guys..."

I don't let him finish his statement. I crash my lips to his and kiss him... deep, passionate, needy.

I want him.

I need him.

I love him.

But I have to let him go for my heart to heal.