Forget it. // jyatt

chapter 16

—chapter 16

Wyatt had stayed in the bathroom for more than 23 minutes as Jaeden began to worry. The time taken for Wyatt to stay there was equivalent to the time when Jaeden had a couple of minutes to think about this whole thing.

He felt so unsure about this while thing. It was already late at night and the amount of attempts taken for him to try close his eyes and sleep never worked since thinking about this whole situation has kept him up.

Wyatt wanted to go out but soon noticed that his eyes were red. He thought of things that might retrieve his memory back like going into places they've been.

Though it may seem easy, it wasn't that simple. Before reaching out for that door handle, Wyatt hesitated alot. He realized that he was infact to weak.

Jaeden was his weak spot. He had always been his weak spot but he didn't know that it would hurt that much. Wyatt felt obnoxious and pale. He felt like he could just start a new life.

There were a bunch of better opportunities to take. Wyatt chose to stay with Jaeden, as he's the last thing he had. He reached out for the door handle and went out.

As he arrived infront of the room, he gently opened the door to find Jaeden sleeping peacefully. Wyatt had closed the door slowly and went towards the sofa.

Just as he was about to sit on the sofa, he took a few steps back, having his attention drawing to Jaeden.

He looked so peaceful. He could just feel as if he was right next to him, having Jaeden's head rested on top of Wyatt's chest, having his clothes soaked in tears.

But those were just memories. Sweet old memories. Now, Wyatt was standing a few inches away from Jaeden, watching him as he sleep.

He went closer and leaned closer to his face. He brushed a piece of hair out from his face and smiled. He grabbed the blanket and tucked Jaeden in.

"Night, Jae." Wyatt whispered, slowly walking back to his sofa and just sat there blankly.

He tried sleeping too, but all the things that just happened in a day had kept him up. He felt so untight everytime he looked at Jaeden.

"Night, Wy." He told himself, frowning.

He grabbed his jacket that was laying on the floor and placed it under his head, acting as a pillow. Though, something was under the pillow.

He heard a little crack. Not a creak. He held his head up and took the pillow under him and carried it. The next thing he saw was something meant to be kept forever.

   It was the rose. It made it much more beautiful under the moonlight but noticed a crack in the stem as it began to break more.

  The crack was left in the edge as Wyatt held it. He clenched the broken parts, hoping that it would bring it back together, though that was impossible.

   It was nearly broken. He decided to leave it on the ground next to him as he continued to sleep but soon realized that it bothered him alot.

    It was just a stupid rose. No, it wasn't stupid. It hurt so much just to look at it to know that it came from someone who would never come back.

   He grabbed the rose slowly and pulled it near his chest, cupping it tightly and safely, hoping that it won't die any sooner as he felt a tear running down through his cheeks.

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   It was an early morning as Wyatt woke up to the suns ray. He opened his eyes and rubbed them. He found the rose, laying on the sofa, thankfully not flat.