Stranger

ch38

A full moon cycle has passed.

Okay, a month. A full month has passed and school is finally over.

It also has been the same amount since I've seen or heard from Devon. And to say life got easier would be a complete lie. 

Missing him was something I don't think I will ever get over with, but in this time span I learned to live with it. Throwing myself at studying, going to the library, keeping myself occupied has been a great help, but now a small fear is plundering into my chest. 

Now that I will be free for almost four months, what am I going to do with myself? 

Sure, Ethan would be back for his break which meant Trish would be here too. I also had the college decision to think of. But would that all be enough? 

I haven't made an attempt to reach Devon anymore. I did my best the first week, but then I pulled myself back. All that reaching out and waiting for a damn reply was draining me and I must admit that I do feel a bit easier with that distance. 

Yes, I have come to realize and accept that he severed all ties with me, it's clear as day that he doesn't want me in his life, I have this message clean as day in my head, but it's my stupid heart that can't come to accept it. It still hopes and wishes and holds on for him to come back. 

It's this cursed muscle that got me in trouble a week ago when I woke up to a movers van in front of the mansion. Let me just say that the hyperventilation that I had that day is still vivid in my head. 

How I had put on clothes and managed to go out is still a daze to me because I had reached the mansion in a record speed and just in time to see a bunch of men taking the furniture out and loading it onto the van. 

After telling them that I was a friend of the owner, that I was keeping an eye on the house, they had given me an insight to the whole situation, telling me that the house has been put for sale on the market and that the owner had asked for it to be emptied of all furniture. As far as they knew, all things were to be taken to a storage and sold to however is interested in second hand furniture, even though they still looked brand new and, by my guess, some of them probably were.

That day, that moment, beside this information, I came to learn one more thing. That despite my best tries, despite all the things I convinced myself about me and Devon, it was right then and there that the deepest cut had been made into my soul. That was the clear sign that Devon was to never come back. 

Even now, even as I think about it, I am having a hard time and a shiver courses through me. I still have the keys, I didn't tell the movers that I had those in my possession. I don't plan on keeping them like some creep, I will be giving them when the new owners come. I should have disposed them that day, but I couldn't. It would mean that I was throwing away the last peace I had of Devon and I just couldn't do it. 

It's my fault really. It was from the start. I shouldn't have developed feelings for him, I shouldn't have never allowed myself to get so deep, but in my own defense, I didn't know it was this deep until he left. 

It's been a month now. Things are easier, but I feel it will take a long time until they go back to the way they were. Maybe once I move away to college I will finally be able to put this chapter behind me and open myself to new opportunities and possibilities. I hope so. 

"FREEDOM AT LAST!"-Trish shouts as the door of my bedroom flies open to reveal her standing on the frame. 

Smiling at her, I walk towards my best friend, opening my arms for a hug since I haven't seen her since almost a month ago when she visited. Grinning, she meets me halfway and we embrace each other, squealing and jumping up and down like lunatics.