In My Heart Is Where You Are

Seven: Shattered

​​​So empty, can't feel no more
As I'm left with my tears on the floor
I wait for my heart to mend
But you keep tearing a hole

MARVEY

"Come on, Blythe! Please answer the phone!" I muttered impatiently as I kept calling Blythe's number. I don't know how many times I have dialed today, and I don't care. I just wanted to talk to her.

It's been like this for days. I kept trying to reach her, but she was not answering at all. Maybe If I told this sooner, it probably won't hurt us this much. Still, no matter what I do or even attempt to do, I'm still doomed to leave for London, and I hate this like hell!

In my frustration, I dropped the call and slammed the phone down my desk. Fortunately, it didn't smash or even dent. I sighed in exasperation and caught a glimpse of my picture with Blythe encased in a frame.

Blythe. She's my precious childhood friend; my birthday twin; the love of my life; the woman of my dreams. I miss her already. I'm not even in London yet but I feel so lonely right now.

The past few weeks we spent together were so dear to me. Those were the best times of my life. I can't imagine how sad I will be when we leave, especially if we never get to patch things up. I really wish Blythe will open up to me again.

I sighed once more. Oh well. It can't be helped if she doesn't want to talk to me yet. Maybe I better see the boys instead. We could play basketball, hit the arcade, or do whatever they want, I won't complain. I just hope they're all free today.

I gave Jonas a call, which he answered after only a couple of rings. To my relief, he informed me that he was on his way here with the rest of the boys.

"Cool! I'll see you guys in a bit then."

They arrived five minutes later, and off we went to play basketball. At least I could forget this problem in the meantime.

❤️🩵

Oh, inside I'm so lost
In the middle of my heart
It's a battlefield of love
I've been fighting for too long

BLYTHE

"Friend, why don't you just answer his call?" Mikki was frowning at me as I discreetly ended the call without answering it.

I don't know how many times my phone rang today. It was so annoying. I set my phone on silent mode and put it away. The girls and I were chilling on my room's balcony. It was a little too small for my liking, but could easily fit the four of us nonetheless.

"No, that's not Marvey," I mumbled. "Just some random caller I don't know."

"Oh yes, that's him!" Mikki insisted. "It clearly shows in your reactions."

Crap, she caught me there. This best friend of mine knows me really well. It wasn't surprising, given that we've known each other since sixth grade.

"Fine," I heaved a sigh. "It was Marvey, but I don't want to hear from him yet." I sat down next to Mikki.

"Friend, don't you think he already explained enough?" My best friend regarded me carefully. "Please let him get through to you. He wanted to somehow patch things up with you before he leaves."

Before he leaves?

At that instant, pictures of Marvey were flashing in my head again: his smiles; his laughter; his embrace; his kiss; his soothing words; all about him that I'm definitely going to miss.

He is my first love. That's why it hurts me so much that everything will end on such a bad note, or so it seems.

Before I knew it, I started rambling again.