Beautiful Remains

"Let Us Start Living for Today"

A Few Day's Later

I hear voices down in Jakes living room, yeah I'm staying with Jake right now. Andy hasn't texted or called me since I walked out on him a few nights ago, it makes me sad to not be with him right now but what he called me and said about me, it really hurt. I know he's sorry and I know he didn't mean it, but I'm just so angry that he could allow himself to say that to me.

I always go into my messages and type how I'm feeling out to send to him, but then delete it half way, or I stare at the call button on his contact but never bother to call him.

I go to Jake's steps and sit down listening to them talk.

"But Andy you don't understand how much you hurt Reachel," I hear Jake speak stern.

"Jake please I just need to see her, I need to make it right," Andy pleads.

"Andy, no disrespect you're my buddy and all, but I also care for Reachel and I don't think you talking to her right now is a good idea,"

"What if she wants to talk to me?"

"Well then I can't get in the way of that,"

"So can you please talk to her and ask if she wants to talk to me,"

I hear a long pause, and then a heavy sigh.

"Fine, but stay down here,"

I hear footsteps come close to the stairway. I quickly stand up and ever so lightly fast walk back to the spare bedroom and grab a book pretending I'm interested in it.

I hear a knock on the door, I look up at Jake.

"Um, so Andy's here if you want to talk to him," Jake says softly, knowing how I'm feeling about Andy right now.

"I don't want to talk to him," I look down at the book, pretending I'm reading.

"Reachel please talk to me," I hear his voice.

I look up to see Andy standing next to Jake.

"Andy I told you stay to downstairs,"

"I know but I just had to see her,"

I close the book and walk toward them, Jake moves out of my way, I walk out of the room, feeling Andy's stare.

I walk toward the bathroom and feel Andy's hand on my shoulder.

"Please stop avoiding me," He says behind me.

"Andy! Don't touch me, fuck off I need to use the bathroom," I snap at him.

I enter the bathroom and close the door, locking it.

I didn't mean to snap at him, but the anger just took over. I use the bathroom and wash my hands. I look in the mirror at my face, it's so pale and I have dark circles under my eyes. I haven't been sleeping since I left Andy's, it's just so weird not sleeping in his bed with his arms around me.

I splash water on my face and take a towel, drying it. I leave the bathroom to find Andy waiting outside for me.

"Reachel what do I have to do to make you come home?"

"Home?" I question.

"Well yeah, I considered my house your home.. Did you not?"

"I did, until you called me a slut and an attention whore," I snap at him.

"I told you I didn't mean it,"

"And I told you to fuck off,"

"Just tell me what I have to do to make this right, please I am trying here, you know I didn't mean what I said, you know I love you, you know that I want you to come back home with me, you know I regret what I said, what else do I have to do?!" Andy suddenly snaps at me.

I open my mouth but nothing comes out, I feel tears form in my eyes, I guess everything's just hitting me at once now.

"Reachel no, please don't cry I'm sorry I snapped," Andy comes closer to me.

I back up as he walks toward me, I know he wants nothing but to comfort me right now and I want nothing but for him to hug me. My back hits the wall as I slide down is, my head in my hands. How did Andy and I become this fucked up?

I feel Andy take my wrists in his hands and move them from my head as he gently touches my face to make me look at him.

"I'm so, so, so, sorry for everything I have put you through, I know my actions don't add up to me telling you that I love you, but I promise that I love you, and I will never do anything that will hurt you ever again," He looks me dead in the eyes.

Tears fall down my face as he kisses my forehead. He wipes tears away from my cheeks with his thumbs.

"I love you," I whisper to him.

"I love you too, more than anything," He looks at me, a small smile on his lips.

I hug him tightly, never wanting to let go. He rocks us back and forth as I just take in his scent and his body, I haven't hugged him in days. I missed him.

"Can we go home?" I whisper in his neck.

"Of course,"