Maybe, There is a Happy Ending

Chapter Twenty-Three

Axel's POV:

Everyone experiences heart break. It is one of those feelings you can't avoid, as much as you want to. If it isn't from breaking up with the one person you love, it could be from losing a friend, a family member. Or, it could be less extreme, like losing a special piece of jewellery or crashing your favourite car.

The one thing about heartbreak though, is everyone feels it differently. There is not two people in this world who feels heartbreak in the same way.

For me and my experience, heart break feels like I have fallen into a cactus, and my heart has been punctured a million times over by tiny pins. It stings at first, but now it feels as if they have left you numb. Not even slightly painful, just numb. You aren't bleeding, but you know after you start to pull those pins out ever so slowly, the blood will come gushing out.

I hate being heartbroken, I despise the feeling. The way I was raised, I was not supposed to let anyone get close to me. Except, those who care for me ever so dearly. After Ruby left me to live with her brother overseas, I swore to myself to never let anyone else in. Girls specifically.

I never thought I would meet a girl like Veronica. Veronica has changed me drastically, way more than what Ruby ever did. I never chased after Ruby when she left me, I let her be and tried to mend my own heart. It wasn't easy, but eventually, I got over her.

But Veronica meant a lot to me, more than what Ruby ever meant to me. Heck, if Veronica was like Ruby, I wouldn't be standing in front of a wooden door in the city of New York.

The boys and I didn't think of it earlier, but on our IPhone, there is a Phone Tracker App that I could use to track down Veronica. Mitch being smart with the technology, had set it up for me and thankfully, Veronica had her phone location switched on.

I really need to knock on the door, but my nerves are stopping me from doing so. I have suddenly second guessed everything. What if this isn't the right house and I couldn't look for my girl? Or even worse, what if I just get rejected again?

I inhaled, and then exhaled. I need to man up and do this. I really need my girl back.

My fist makes contact with the timber, alerting whoever was inside they had a visitor. I took a step back to allow whoever, hopefully Veronica, answered the door have some space. It was a couple of minutes and I was getting ready to knock again, but those thoughts dispersed when the door opened.

What I didn't expect was a little boy. He was cute honestly, staring up at me with a look of confusion, his bright blue eyes boring into mine. They narrow slightly, trying to decipher whether he has seen me before. I kneel down so I was now his height and give him a small smile.

"Hey, Buddy, what is your name?" I ask, my smile still on my face, but bigger. I love kids, they bring out the best in everyone and make you feel happy straight away. "A-Andre." He replies shyly.

"That is a nice name. How old are you and why are you answering the door?" I question, wondering why a little boy who looks around Atticus and Stella's age was answering the door to strangers.

He exhales, letting out a small giggle. He looks down at his hands, fiddling with his fingers. Shortly after, he holds his two hands up in front of his face, six fingers raised in the air. My assumption of his age was correct.

"I'm six. Mummy is in shower. She tells me I can't open the door to stwangers, but you look fwendly." He giggles once again, this time a little more shyly. His hair was more on the longer side, making brown strands fall slightly over his forehead.

I was going to reply to Andre, but footsteps coming from behind him made me stop. Andre's eyes widen, his face showcasing the 'oh shit, I just got caught' look. "Andre, what did I tell you about answering the door when I am not around?" A lady demands.