Jefflyn and Nonsense!!!!

AHHH IM SORRY

I don't really think anyone reads this anymore...

OH WELL. To the possible readers,

As you may have suspected, I'm not really into Jefflyn or Aphmau anymore. I KNOW, I KNOW. I hate when authors do this as well. However, I might end this book... Consider this chapter a parting gift. Fortunately, I still love writing and may write a little bit more fluff between Jeffory and Katelyn, but don't get your hopes up.

I knew I shouldn't have gone to that wretched prom. I knew the music would be sickening and that I would be surrounded by high school girls clinging on to their "soulmate". As I tried to navigate the crowded room, I overheard a couple talking. "I love you SO much! Please, never leave me!". I winced, disgusted with the pair. Perhaps, there was a time in which this would make me happy or overjoyed, reminding me of my own love. 

"Love" It was a strong word. There was a time I would've tossed it around and abused it while I was young and confused. It was so recent, so abrupt. I realize that I still loved him. Perfect...So perfect. His cute smirk, his melodic laugh, his messy hair... Oh god.  He was too good for a girl like me. He deserved true happiness. I know that, but I can't help but fantasize. His sweet personality, his eager nature, the innocent look in his eyes, his- "Katelyn?" 

My eyes widened as I turned around, only to be faced by familiar emerald green eyes. I cursed under my breath. "Uhhh H-Hey, Jeffory!" I said with a fake smile and even faker enthusiasm. He shot me a concerned look before his face morphed into a smile. He laughed with his annoying accent. "Heya, Katie! What are you doing in a place like this?" A flash of pain went across his face. "You don't have a date, do you?" I cringed. My date. Garroth was probably looking for me. 

"I-uhhh- Garroth's probably looking for me. "

Jeffory bit his lip, trying to find out why I went with GARROTH. To be honest, I don't know either.

"ERR. IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK! We're going as friends..."

Jeffory looked relieved. "Oh! That's-"

He was cut off by a brunette. She was definitely pretty, but she ruined her face with gallons on gallons of makeup.

"Ugh. JEFFORY! SWEETS! WHO IS THIS?!"

She talked as if I was the most disgusting piece of trash that she had ever seen. Who could blame her?

"Katelyn, this is Sydney. Sydney, Katelyn. Katelyn is my-ahem- former girlfriend. Sydney is my frie-"

"GIRLFRIEND!"

"My friend" He glared at Sydney.

We shook hands and chatted for a while before Jeffory took me to get punch and Sydney got asked to dance. Being with him, especially in a place like this, was terrible. 

"Katie, I-"

"I know. I'm sorry. I don't know what happened to us either." 

I tried not to look up at his perfect features. As you suspected, I failed completely. 

"Oh, Katie..."

I don't know why I did what I did. In the spur of the moment; I grabbed his shirt and kissed him. I've never felt so relieved...until I was pushed away.

"I can't Katelyn. You...You know why."

Of course I didn't. I couldn't have. I looked at his sour expression. I was confused and angry. Did I blow my chances? Did he hate me? WHAT? He seemed to take in my confusion as he turned on his heel.

As he walked away, he turned around one last time. " I'll always love you..." He said, barely heard through the blaring love songs. 

That was the last time I saw him as a single man. He met a girl there; Alice. She was sweet and still sarcastic. Pretty with blue-dyed hair and matching irises. Strong and pretty. A carbon copy of me. The only difference was noticeable, though. She was much more ditzy and air-headed, falling for every handsome prince. 

I will never forget the day of the wedding. I wore the same dress as I did that prom night. I had helped Jeffory with his tie with tears were blurring my vision. 

"Jeffory. Why?"

He smiled a sad smile. Tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, he chuckled. 

"You know Katelyn. I'm an honest person. I will tell you that I never lied to you... and that night at the prom is my biggest regret."

He smiled one last time as he walked down the aisle. When he spoke the vows, he stared at my pained expression. When the priest asked for objections, I couldn't bring myself to raise my hand.

As I grew, I never forgot Jeffory. He was still perfect, even after losing Alice. The night of the prom was my biggest "What if?". The situation lay in front of us like a weapon. It was too dangerous to bring up, but it was still there, its presence always burdening.

I knew I shouldn't have gone. I still had the dress as a reminder. As I was rummaging through my closet, a note fell out of it. 

Dear Katie,

If you're reading this, it means that I've made my decision. I've probably cost you countless nights of crying or agony. You might hate me or love me. However, I want you to know that I'll always love you. You're just too good for me. I'm sorry. If you find this note before the wedding, raise your hand to object. Otherwise, I will think that you couldn't bear anything that reminded you of me.

Sincerely,

Jeffory

Another note was stuck in it. From the wedding, I presume.

I can't believe it. You're wearing the same dress. I never thought this would happen. I thought it was a sign from you saying you read my note, but you never raised your hand. Perhaps it's for the best. Perhaps, this was what we were destined to be. 

I love you, Katie

I kept the notes. I would've  framed them if Jeffory didn't come as often as he did. He doesn't think I know of them. 

Maybe this is for the better...

or

Maybe I really shouldn't have gone to that wretched, terrible, good-for-nothing prom.

This is really bad, but I wanted to get something out as soon as possible. 

I hope you enjoyed this book...