In His Eyes

Chapter Twenty-Six

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V E R O N I C A

There's some periods in life that require both good and bad times. Well, not for me, I guess. Everything that has happened in my life by far has been all bad. All of it.

And thinking about how for once I had something good happening in my life... that has to be taken away too. It makes me mad, and sad mostly because I deserve it.

Here I am, sitting at the edge of the bed with my phone in my hands, I should be happy because I kissed Damon but the text message from my mother saying that my time here must come to an end because my Visa isn't valid anymore makes all my happiness disappear.

How will I tell my friends? How will I tell him?

Truth is, I don't want to go. Not now that everything began working out in my favor. Admittedly, I don't want to think about him, I don't want to think about losing him. I can't even imagine my day without him. How could I survive the rest of my life that way?

Thinking about it makes me sick. I don't even know what to do. I don't want to lose feelings. I don't want to feel numb again. I don't want to spend a day without him coming to do his daily 'kidnapping'. And most importantly, I don't want to wake up knowing that I no longer have him in my life.

A big part of me and my ego wants us to fight for each other, to not let this tear us down. Hell, I'd be more than happy to invite him come with Blake to London. I can even see myself living there with him, showing him the places I visited over and over again growing up, exploring Europe with him, having him as my guy, my boyfriend.

I think I'm pretty much letting my imagination take away the painful reality, but for once, I don't mind it. I like having these positive thoughts in my mind accompanied with faith... faith in us, in our chemistry. On the other hand, part of me doesn't believe that I'll have anyone fighting for me and putting in the effort to make me stay. I know it's easier to leave and it's all people have been doing to me. Now I'm just left feeling confused.

I have to talk to Blake first, I don't want him to stay in the dark. So, I exit my room and approach his, knocking a few times.

"Come in." He calls out.

I twist the doorknob and open the door, finding him sprawled against his bed. I close the door behind me and take a step towards him, sitting on the bed. "We need to talk." I say, frustratingly rubbing my face.

"What's wrong?"

I shake my head. "I don't even know where to start."

"What's the first thing on your mind?"

I furrow my eyebrows. "According to my mother, I need to go back home to get a new Visa."

His eyes widen. "Fuck, when will you come back?"

"I don't know, I guess as soon as I get a new one. Probably before school starts."

"Will you get it by then?"

I sigh. "I think so."

He shakes his head with a sad expression. "Man, your eighteenth birthday. I already bought the decorations for the biggest party ever."