Aster

Chapter 21

FINLEY'S POV

My fingers cramped up for like the hundredth time today. The callouses building up more then before.

I strummed my guitar to the rhythm I had come up with inside my head. I began to hum along.

A loud boom of thunder startled me, as well as Prince. He came running into the living room, and sat at my feet. I was perched on my window seat comfortably with a notebook and guitar in my lap.

As the downpour started, lyrics began to flood my mind. I scribbled them down on the empty page into a jumbled up mess.

After all the thoughts were drained out onto the paper, I bent down and scratched Prince behind his ear, easing him a little.

I sat back up and let out a long, deep breath.

I strummed the guitar strings once more, and instead of humming along, I sang.

"We haven't spoke since you went away. Comfortable silence is so overrated. Why won't you ever be the first one to break? Even my phone misses your call, by the way."

It has been a full week since Saren broke up with me. Since she humiliated me in front of that douche Jack.

Jack.

I honestly had no idea what they were. I guess it was no longer my business, but there was a weird sensation in my gut telling me he wasn't right for her. Obviously I want Saren. She's the one I want and need. But if I can't have her, I still want her happy.

But I wasn't sold at the fact she was happy and content at the moment.

But how would I know. She hasn't contacted me since, and the two times I contacted her, she declined.

I decided to let my mind and body get some ease and relaxation from the buzzing of pain and hurt.

I grabbed my gym bag and changed into a more appropriate outfit and left.

The drive didn't take long, which was surprising due to the rain.

Once I got there and got settled, I headed straight over to the treadmill. I ran two miles as my warm up, then headed to the weights.

I reached down to pick up a dumbbell, when something, no someone, caught my eye.

Saren.

And Jack.

I hid myself behind some sort of machine while I watched the two of them.

Saren was wearing black leggings with a white tank top. She was doing some sort of exercise Jack was instructing her to do.

Great. So not only are they dating, but he's her personal trainer as well, I thought.

I rolled my eyes out of jealousy. But what angered me more was what I saw Jack wearing.

He wore the t-shirt I let Saren borrow when she spent the night before she left for San Francisco.

My Rolling Stones t-shirt. On his body.

My idea of getting my mind off things here clearly wasn't going to happen. I quickly grabbed my things and left.

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"We haven't spoke since you went away. Comfortable silence is so overrated. Why won't you ever be the first one to break? Even my phone misses your call, by the way.

"I saw you friend that you know from work. He said you feel just fine. I see you gave him my old t-shirt. More of what was once mine.

"I see it's written, it's all over his face. Comfortable silence is so overrated. Why won't you ever say what you want to say? Even my phone misses your call, by the way.

"Maybe one day you'll call me, and tell my that you're sorry too.

"But you, you never do."

I ran my fingers through my hair after I finished the song I've been working on. A single tear fell onto the paper that held my handwritten lyrics.

That single tear turned into a full on waterfall. Complete body sobs shook my body, and cold shivers raked their way down my spine.

I set my guitar to side and I moved down to the floor. My back sat pressed up against the window seat, with my knees pulled into my body, and my head hung low.

The tears just continued to pour out of my eyes.

After awhile, I started to calm down. I glanced over at the clock and read the ticking hands; 2:03 AM.

I wiped my eyes and let out a long yawn. I started to stand up. I decided getting a long nights rest would help the ache in my heart. As I made my way down the hallway, there was a knock on my door.

I decided to ignore it. Who would show up to my place at two in the morning without any clarification that it was okay or I was awake?

I quietly crept my way farther down the hallway, and once I made it to my bedroom, another knock was heard. This time much louder.

I let out a sigh and trudged my way to the front door. I unlocked it and slowly opened it.

The person who stood in front of me was the last person I'd expect to see.

Saren.