Revealed

54. Jeremy

Crap. This time I really did it. I actually lost the one thing in my life that made sense. For real this time. She's gone. And all because I couldn't open and my damn mouth and tell her how I really felt about her. It's like I'm in a movie.

Guy meets girl.

They fall in love.

Girl leaves.

Happy ending for her.

The look on her face. The emotions I read. Fear. Hurt. She was terrified of me. And she was already broken because I wasn't able to say "I love you" back to her. Now she's out there on the road driving around with a stranger, whom I doubt she really knows, thinking that I never had feelings for her. But I did. I still do. I was just too afraid and concealed to show her. I didn't want my background to ruin her perfect future.

I continue driving down the highway. Where am I going to go now? If I go back to the city, Harrison and Phil will know exactly where to find me and then kill me. I can't go after Solie because I'm the one who suggested we never see each other again. My family will send me straight to military school if they even saw my face. I'm basically stranded.

The road seems never ending. The trees look as if all the life had been sucked out of them. It's getting dark outside. If Solie were here, she would be humming herself to sleep or laughing at some joke that wasn't even funny just about now.

I soon reach a rest stop and park towards the back of the lot. I sigh back into my seat. All my thoughts need to be written on paper. A new poem needs to be created. Not just any poem, but one about the love of my life, Solane Royal.

I look on the passenger seat for my notebook with no luck. Then, the back seats and glove compartments. The notebook is nowhere to be found. Had Solie taken it? I open the doors of the car and look under each seat. But to my luck, I don't find it.

It's quiet. All I can hear are the grasshoppers making noises with their legs. Tiny bugs fly towards the light in my car and land softly on the windows.

In silence, my hand begins writing everything down on an old receipt I find on the floor of the car. It's for Solane's clothes.

Solane...

When I finish, a tear rolls down the side of my face and falls onto the page. This is the first time I've cried ever since I'd been thirteen years old. What a great finishing touch.