Replace Your Heart // Michael Clifford fanfic

Day Twenty Seven.

It had been two days since I spoke to Alyssa. Everything had come down to this. Suddenly I felt good about leaving soon, I really did not want to stay here any longer without Alyssa. I didn't know how to explain it to her in simple words about how I did it for a good intention and that's the only reason why her family members helped me. I was leaving in three hours and I was done packing. I was leaving for America and my dad had made the deal and already left for Australia. I had to meet Alyssa's family for helping me in my tough time. And I also had to meet Alyssa before I left.

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"Okay, honestly I have had enough of food!" I tried to explain Alyssa's family but I really think Indian aunts hear 'I want more food' whenever you tell them you're full.

"Just one last puri," Alyssa's mom smiled.

"You guys!" I laughed, "I'm going to miss you all,"

"I'm going to miss you too," Nikhil frowned.

"We'll skype, for sure!" I smiled.

"Yeah, but it was great to have you," Urvi said.

"Please don't make me emotional," I fake sniffed.

"Too bad, we made you a scrap book," Akanksha said.

"What?" I couldn't stop smiling, "Really?!"

"Yup!" Urvi grinned, "all the pictures we clicked with you are in this. And you better not lose it!"

"Never!" I assured them.

I spent an hour with them talking about how much I'm going to miss them and how thankful I am to them. I didn't expect Urvi to almost cry but she had become like a sister to me these past twenty five days. I remember when I couldn't wait to leave India when I was stuck here but now I really don't want to leave. But I had to.

I went towards Alyssa's room because Nikhil told me she's home and there was no way I wouldn't meet her when she's home.

I knocked and entered her room, she was sitting on her bed, not saying a word and just looking at me. So I started the conversation, "I'm leaving in two hours,"

"Good," she replied, her face was emotionless, "have a safe journey,"

"I don't know what else to do," I said.

"You don't have to, you're leaving. And that's for the best," she shrugged.

"You really hate me now, don't you?" I asked.

"I wish," she gave a bitter smile, "but I don't. I can't,"

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, "I'm so sorry, again,"

“No," she replied, "I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I couldn’t follow the ‘rules’ of being a girl. I’m sorry that I fell in love with you before you could fall in love with me. I’m sorry that I didn’t know how to play hard to get so you could love me. I’m sorry that I was willing to face my fears for you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I can’t change. I’m sorry that I like being that way, even though it has brought me nothing but pain," she finished and thank god she did. Because whatever fantasy she'd got about 'us' was totally false and deluded.

“Seriously, there's no need to act like a victim," I spoke. "There's no need to act as if you were the only person to care. Because I cared for you too, I went out of my way to be there for you. I did almost everything I could to assure you, I even gave our relationship a tag because I knew I cared for you, and if you think you're the only one who cared about us, then let me burst your bubble because you weren't,"

"You only did that to hurt me in the end," she muttered.

"Yeah, the behavior was negative I agree. But the intention was positive. Yes, I did that and you need to suck it up. And learn to forgive people and learn how not to shut them out when they make a mistake,"