The Silent One ✔

Chapter Twenty-Six

I ride my motorcycle to Sam's house before the party start in order to help set up. My long hair gets caught in violent wind while my eyes stay narrowed at street. Hues of navy with bursts of indigo became the dark sky with bright crystal stars. Somehow, the sky always makes me feel safe. Stars make me think about my mum and my sister.

After my mum died, her sister Laura told me, my brother and my sister that people turn into stars after they die. Their bodies become sawdust but their souls return to being stars, shining bright in the sky.

When I arrive at Sam's home, I knock my fist violently against the front door, hoping that it's anyone but Sam on the other side.

The door swings open quickly, "Angel" he smiles.

"Sam" I roll my eyes, pushing past him, to enter the house.

Immediately I notice the house is empty. Oh damn it, I'm the first one here.

"You're the first one here," Sam tells me as shutting the door. "I'm surprised you showed actually"

So am I, to be honest.

"It wouldn't be a tradition if I didn't show," I sigh.

"Right" Sam folds his arms as he chuckles.

This is going to be hell.

I should have just stayed home and watched the Flash, but of course I had to show up, otherwise, I would have drawn suspicion with my friends. The last thing I need is them poking their noses in, and potentially discovering me and Sam's past.

"What do you need me to do?" I put my hands on my hips.

"Uh...Get the snacks ready" he suggests.

"Okay" I nod as walking through the room.

"Um Angel...Eva." He corrects himself slowly, "about what happened at school with that stray—"

"Not this again." I mutter under breath.

"Look I'm not naive enough to think nothing happened to you while you were away. I've noticed the new scars and I can see you're different, okay this is me acknowledging that. This is weird for me too. You were one of the most important people in my life and now I feel like I don't even know who you are. You know what still plays on my mind after all this time? Why you left me?"

I blink. "What?"

"Why did you leave me?" He repeats with a hell of a lot of emotion in his voice.

How does someone answer this kinda question? Honesty, I guess is my only option.

"I was going away for two and a half years" I start as my heart rate increases "we were so young and I couldn't ask you to wait for me. It wouldn't have been fair to either of us."

Did he really think that our relationship could continue with me in prison?

"I would have waited" he took a step towards me.

That was the problem. How could I live with myself knowing that I ruined Sam's life by making him wait for me?

"I know you would have" I nod slowly "I was afraid of ruining your life-"

"You did by leaving" he cuts me off.

That's a little dramatic. Who waits for somebody that they were only with two years in high school? I couldn't let him wait for me. I couldn't put him through jail visits and what not.

"We were together two years Sam" I start "I was not equipped to-"

"I would have married you" he cuts me off again. "God knows I wanted to"