As we pulled up to the house I knew all too well, our old house sitting just next to it, I couldn't help but feel nostalgic. This place brought back so many memories, it seemed impossible not to feel a certain type a way.
I could feel Luke's gaze on me, and surely enough, when I turned my head, he was looking at me with the most concerned expression I had seen in a while.
Before he could even ask, I smiled at him, possibly with the weakest smile I could physically muster up, but, hey, it was still something: "do you guys want to wait outside the car? I need a second."
They looked at each other for a little too long before nodding and getting out of the car.
I breathed slowly, trying to control the panic attack that was bound to catch up to me eventually. Thinking about the way she would react didn't seem to be top of my priorities, knowing, either way, it would end badly.
It was obvious that her not being aware of me being alive was way too cruel, after all, she had been the one to take me out of that situation, at least from one perspective. I knew I was being cruel, but I couldn't help it.
Noticing my fingers rapidly tap on my leg, I intertwined both of my arms, whispering to myself: "you can do this."
Then I got out of the car, wincing in pain from the abdominal movement. The sun warmly grazed my skin as if trying to give me some kind of comfort or a warm hug. In a way, it was rather ironic that the weather represented the polar opposite of what I felt inside. Wasn't it meant to be raining on these kinds of days, at least according to every American movie ever?
"I think it might be better if I stay outside," Andre broke the train of self-destructive thoughts currently overtaking my brain.
I shook my head, almost automatically as I blurt out: "no way. I need you."
The corner of his mouth lifted, whilst Luke frowned: "no comments."
I elbowed Luke, smiling as he winced in pain: "if you're jealous, at least handle it like a man."
"Oi," he laughed, "I'm not jealous. Only God himself, if he even exists, could be a competition to me."
Andre rolled his eyes: "can I just take him back to the bar and pretend this never happened?"
I couldn't help but chuckle at the two, thankful for both of them slowly turning back to how they used to be until I recognized someone in the window of my old room. She was currently too busy climbing out of the window to notice the car parked on the side of the driveway and all of us standing there.
Silently, I watched her smoothly slide down the wall with the help of the rope hanging out of my window. Clearly, she had done this many times before. My whole body was frozen, yet I surprised myself with the calmness that took over me, goosebumps still appearing on my skin.
She didn't even walk towards the main entrance of the house, jumping the fence surrounding her house and somehow managing to climb the wall to the 2nd floor where her room was. What was I expecting? For her to be a psychic and just know I was standing here? This was ridiculous.
"Should we.." Luke chimed in, aware of Eden's presence that was just before our eyes, "..you know?"
Andre gasped: "and the best sentence ever said award goes to Luke. The intelligence level is deadly mate."
Before they could start going at it again, I was already taking steps towards the house, yet, instead of going for the main entrance, I walked to the side of the house where Eden's window was still open. There was still part of me that couldn't be controlled even if I tried, as this part of me only breathed and lived for her.
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After She Left (girlxgirl)
De Todo"She" book series book 2. After falling so deeply. After her heart was broken. After she left. Is there a chance things still could be fixed? Ruby Rose flew across the ocean to get away from the only person she'd ever loved. But when Eden Harper...