Replace Your Heart // Michael Clifford fanfic

Epilogue.

It was 3am when you woke me up

and we jumped in the car

and drove as far as we could go

Just to get away

We talked about our lives

until the sun came up

And now I'm thinking about

how I wish I could go back

just for one more day

One more day with you.

Everytime I see your face

everytime you look my way

Its like it falls all into place

Everything feels right.

Ever since you walked away

you left my life in disarray

All I want is one more day

Its all I need - one more day with you.

When the car broke down

we just kept walking along

till we hit this town

and there was nothing there at all

but it was all okay.

We spent all our money on stupid things

But if I looked back now

I'd probably give it all away

Just for one more day

One more day with you.

I plugged my earphones out and stopped playing that song. It had been 6 months since my break up with Alyssa. These 6 months have been a disaster, really. Its weird how sometimes the only thing you need is just one more day with that person. Maybe she did understand me, maybe she only let me go because it would be hard holding onto me once I was away from her. Maybe she just didn't want a long distant relationship and so she chose the hard way. Its so true that sometimes love just can't make a person stay when they're happy the hard way. These six months I had never tried to contact Alyssa. I didn't even wish her on her birthday, though, she wished me on mine. I didn't reply back, I was too scared that if I would start a conversation I would risk another goodbye.

But here I was - in India, again. Thinking about everything, again. It was 3am and I was sitting at the library, where I first fell in love with Alyssa. It still feels the same. I missed her terribly. I guess I fell way too hard for her. I don't know. Its that moment when your world comes falling down and whoever saves you from that becomes a really special person to you. Maybe it was all a lie. Maybe she was just doing fine or maybe she was refraining herself from calling me too. And maybe sometimes she wakes up in the middle of the night like me and wonders about me. Maybe its all for the best but I just don't see any good in it. It sucked to be me, really. I could just call her and tell her I was in India. Tell her how much I missed her. Tell her how much I want it to work with her. But I am so scared. I'm scared she'll lose it all over again and if she's doing any better without me - she'll break. Or maybe she was over me. That, I was scared about the most. She may be over me and it may mean nothing to her. It'll be just another phone call and I didn't want that, not from her, at least.

I got up after over thinking a bunch of things altogether, and walked towards my hotel where I was going to halt for a week. Its weird how I came to India before going to London. But I guess I missed this place way too much.