3,000 Miles

Chapter 13

Leavening Wesley was the hardest thing I've ever had to do, it was harder than a normal breakup, because he wasn't just my boyfriend, he was also my bestfriend, and I had lost both at once. I tried to avoid him as much as possible, knowing that if I saw those eyes, id fall in love all over again, and that was unacceptable.

I picked up a part time job at the local library to try and forget the constant tug on my heart. I'd go there straight after school so I wouldn't have to see Wesley when he got home. There wasn't ever much business so I sheepishly roamed the long shelves of books. When I found the right book, id find a comfy chair and read until it turned dark outside, then I'd pack up my things and head home, making sure Wesley wasn't outside when I passed his house.

The day he was suppose to leave, though, I couldn't help but walk outside when I saw him packing up his things.

"Hey." I said with my head bowed.

"Hey"

"So today's the day, huh?" I asked

"Guess so." he looked sad

"Have fun, ok?"

He snickered. "Sure, rip my heart out, then tell me to have fun."

"Wes.." I started

"Please, just don't. I can't, it's hard enough."

"ITSSSS TIMEEEE BOYSSS!" Yelled Seth, who didn't see me standing there.

"Bye Anna." He leaned in to kiss my cheek, but I pulled away.

He pulled back and looked at his feet. "Sorry, just a habit I guess."

I crossed my arms and watched him get into their cab, Wesley stopped at the door.

"I love you" he said, before stepping inside. I smiled.

"Always have, always will." I whispered to myself as I watched the cab disappear into the horizon.

I hadn't noticed I had been crying until I turned to walk home, and that's when it hit me. A flood of emotions ran through me, a pure adrenaline rush. My whole world had been broken in a matter of seconds. Wesley, landon, they were both gone and I had no one I didn't know what I felt, but I felt like I needed to run. I started on a mad dash down the street tears flowing freely now. I don't know where I was running to. No matter how fast I ran, I couldn't escape the reality that he was gone.

I ran until I couldn't run anymore, then I turned to take the dreadfully long walk home.

'So what now?' I thought to myself. now I had no one, and nothing to do.

I fell into my bed and flipped on the tv. Of course, the commercial promoting Wesley' band's tour was on. It had been on replay ever since the boys signed the contract. It mocked me, acting as a constant reminder of what I had given up.

I flipped the tv back off and put in my headphones. I turned on pandora, and it was as if the universe was trying to send me a big 'F you', because the first song that came on was Wes's. I pulled out my headphones and threw my phone. No matter where I was, I couldn't escape it. I wasn't even safe in my own mind. The worst part was, I knew it was only the beginning, and the more popular they were, the worse it would get.

I cursed out loud and regretted that day at the ER when I first told Wesley I loved him. I regretted every memory we ever made, and I regretted the day I told my mom I was going to marry him. But as I soon discovered, it wasn't regret I felt. It was a longing, for things to be the way they were.

My stomach churned and the next thought I had. School. I had to go to school, without him.