3,000 Miles

Chapter 14

(Wesley's POV)

"I love you" I told her as I got into the cab.

"Always have,always will" I say, but she doesn't hear me because we're already speeding off down the highway. It hurts because I know she's tried to avoid me the past few weeks. she even got a job at the library so she doesn't have to be at home when I am. I can't go a day without her.

Everyday when she goes to work, she doesn't know it, but I follow her there and watch her sort through the endless selves of books. when she finally picks one I duck behind the shelves and watch her read . The way she scrunched her nose when she reads and exciting part makes me smile.she reads for hours but I don't get bored, because she's so beautiful, and I could watch her forever. I admire her beauty and long to have her back in my arms. she nearly nods off, but always catches herself. I want nothing more than to hold her again in my arms, I want nothing more than to come from behind this shelve and not have to watch her in secret, but I know she'll leave if I do.

When it gets late outside, and it's starting to get dark she leaves to walk home. I don't like the thought of her walking alone in the dark, so I keep my distance, but I follow her to make sure she's safe. she may not be mine, but I still love her and I want to protect her. When she's safely inside I go home and begin to work. she don't know but I've got something for her, a song. It may sound silly, but what else can I do?

As we drive along I can't help but think of that night In the ER, she thought I was asleep, but I wasn't. I heard what she said, and I heard how she said it.

"I love you" she meant it, I know she did. but does she still?

When you're stuck in a car for hours there's no where you can run, it's just me and my thoughts, so I can't help but remember the first night I took her out.

I wanted to do something special, so I called my sister and she gave me the idea to take her to the concert. she came down and helped me pick out her outfit (cause heaven knows I have no idea about girls fashion). I worked so hard to make that night special. I mowed exactly 51 yards just to pay for those tickets. It was perfect. And now I can't help but think that all of it was a waste. it's no good now, it won't change her mind, and it won't bring her back to me.

I can't stop. The memories won't stop coming, and I'm on the brink of a breakdown. The thing that hurts the most is when I go way back to when we were nine. even then I knew she was perfect, she hated s'mores, but she ate them. she hated monsters, but she hunted them. She was everything my nine year old heart wanted. I remember the night I showed her my cave, she wrote her name beside mine on the cave. but she didn't look inside, because inside the cave in the very back was my most prized pieces of work. A photo, of her, taped next to mine. This memory was special, but even it doesn't have the power to make her want me back. When she left I finally understood why storms are named after people. She was a beautiful storm. Like a storm after a drought.

I love her. I do. With each mile we drive away, I love her more. she still has me, but I don't have her. I should have fought harder for her, but it would have only made her mad. and what I wouldn't give to feel her kiss me one last time. I can't keep it together anymore I put my head in my hands.

I let her go.