Never Out of Reach

Chapter 2. Broken

I've had my heart broken many times, from unfortunate events caused by certain family members, to guys and a few girls who just couldn't treat me right. But I pushed through, even when it hurt most I pushed through cause I knew I had to stay strong for someone, those events were just training.

There was several events that I wasn't ready for. My ultimate heartbreaks that I didn't think I would ever recover from. When he asked someone else out, and when I almost lost him forever.

Our school has an entire week dedicated to school spirit. The last day we have a big pep rally. That was the day he was going to ask me out, but I didn't know that until many months later. Instead of asking me out he accidentally asked someone else. I went to a friend of mine for comfort when we were leaving to go home, but the comfort didn't last long. I spent the entire night crying. Nothing felt the same after that. I couldn't look at him the same way, and I felt my smile fade away. But there was more to come, and I didn't have time to heal before it hit.

He died...or so I thought. My "friends" wouldn't tell me anything. They kept a lot of secrets from me concerning him. I had to know though. I listened to their conversations without them noticing, but I still had zero information on where Domanik disappeared too. Lianna one of my "friends" finally told me that he had tried to commit suicide. My heart stopped and the last pieces of it shattered into nothing. I felt truly alone. I was tired all the time, and sick to the point where I couldn't keep anything down. Every day was painful and every night was tear filled, until...he came back to life.

Close to the middle of the night I get a message on Wattpad. I was going to ignore it but it was like some unknown force took control of my hand and I saw that it was from him. My heart started beating again and I could feel the wound start to heal. I could barely read anything over the hot tears pouring out of my eyes. Maine...he was in Maine. So far away, yet I never felt closer to him. We talked for the rest of the night, I never felt so awake.

I wasn't fully healed, it hurt when his name was mentioned. But I was happy to know that he was alive. A few days of us talking and healing he finally asked me out. But he was so far. What I had always wanted to be with someone who'd hold me when I'm upset, who'd hold my hand and show me off to their friends. Who'd kiss me to make me smile. I couldn't have that if he was in Maine. I thought about it for three days, so what if we couldn't touch, so what if we couldn't see each other. That's not what mattered. What mattered was our love for each other, three days after he asked me out and I said yes.