A broken letter from an angel

🌺Chapter Eleven🌺

And once you lose yourself, you have two choices: find the person you used to be or lose that person completely. Brooke, One Tree Hill

💕Serene's POV💕

It's been two weeks since I stopped trying to talk to Ian. It's been two weeks since I last heard his voice. I accepted the fact that some broken things can't be mended. Life is pretty much back on track. Lately, I have been busy with my studies. You see, everyone has their own way of coping with problems. Mine is studying. Call me a nerd. I don't care. Xavier and Juliet are going strong. I am happy for them. There is genuine love between them. Most importantly, there is mutual understanding between them, and that's what makes them unique. Mikee and Zach are living the just-initial-no-worry part of their relationship. Mary has been showing me cold shoulders lately. I don't know what's up with her. Mikee assured me that she would talk to her. Stacy is surprisingly single. She is now in the "I-fucking-hate-stupid-horny-teenage-boys stage. Apparently, when she tried to break up with Ryan, He didn't take it well, which resulted in lots of swearing, arguments,argument and punches by Flynn. Talk about high school drama. And me, well, nothing changed in my life in these two weeks. I am still missing Caleb, still loving him, and still crying over everything that went wrong in my life. It was 4 in the morning. I couldn't sleep. So here I am. An old, deserted park. Yeah, I know. I am crazy. Mad. Creepy. Call me whatever you want. I was sitting under the old oak tree in the park. This park has a lot of memories for me. This place is my peace, my heaven among the hell I live in. Lately, everything seems fake to me. I have lost this capability to analyze the wrong. It's like every wrong is right for me. And every right is wrong. I was taking in my surroundings when I saw someone sitting on the see-saw across the park. He was wearing a gray hoodie. I can't see his face because his back was facing me. It's weird why someone would come to this deserted park at this early in the morning. Should I talk to him? No, I shouldn't. He could be a murderer or a rapist. I don't want any trouble. I shouldn't bother talking to him. This nagging habit of mine has brought me to this situation where I am crying here at this ungodly hour. I should stop prying into others' lives. I was sitting in a place where you couldn't easily find me because of the darkness, as there is no light here. But he was quite visible to me. Because of the street light above him. He strangely reminded me of Caleb. It's a coincidence. Or maybe not. God knows. He could be my Caleb. If I let this chance go away. I don't think I will survive. But what if he isn't? What if he turns out to be someone else? Could I be able to handle the disappointment? What is the possibility of this person being him? Very rare. It's not like every person who sits alone in the dark and shadows himself But what if it is him? And fate, or whatever it is called, gave me a chance. God, now I am confused. I was in my thoughts. When I saw him placing something on the bench. It was a paper. That's it. It could be my clue. Paper. Maybe he is drawing. Painting. Now the chances are increasing. It could be him. As he also paints. Especially in the dark. That's it. I am going to meet him. I got up from my place. I straighten my dress. I was wearing a baggy red shirt along with black jeans. and white flip-flops. I slung my bag on my shoulder. I headed toward him. Nervous. Was an understatement. My heart was literally doing a summersault inside. Adrelanine was vigorously pumping. There was a mix of excitement, fear, and happiness flowing through my blood. He was still in his place. I stood behind him, and with a voice lower than a whisper, I said his name. "Caleb." He stiffened. I could sense it. Jeez. He must think I am a ghost. I am acting like one. He turned around. Now it was my turn to get shocked. He said my name in a mere whisper. "Serene""