Fate's Identity

Chapter 56

I wipe my tears away, folding my clothes and tossing them into my suitcase. I cleared out my closet and my other belongings and place them in boxes by nightfall. I zip my third and final suitcase and set it down against the wall, next to the others.

I observe the empty room. It wasn't mine anymore. I check to see if there was anything left that I was missing to clean up. I walk up to the table and open my drawer. My legs went numb, seeing the portrait of Liam. I pick it up and admire the beautiful thing. My heart raced, and my lungs dried up. There was a void in my stomach that he could fill. Gee, I must be a freak if I miss him this much.

I set the portrait on the table and shuffle through our little discussion papers from the windows. I skim through each, remembering distinctly what each conversations was about. I smile happily as those thoughts refresh in my mind.

I gather everything and decided to slip them in a bag to keep them safe and protected. After I set the bag on top of one of the suitcases, I ran my fingers through the foam mattress, feeling its softness and fragility. I've lived in this room since I was nine. Too many memories in this room. Too many memories in this house.

A tear escapes the corner of my eye, and I wipe it away instantly as someone knocks behind me. I turn to the door and see Camila standing against the doorway, her eyes red and puffed. She was smiling, trying to lighten up the mood. "Not having you around is going to be different. You are the glue to keeping this house together. If you leave, we won't know what to do."

"You'll figure something out," I reply, feeling the lump in my throat. "I'm not that important anyway. I'm just someone who gets in people's way. If I'm gone, it will be better."

Camila shakes her head. "No, I don't believe that," she says. "You're more important than you know." I remain silent, so I could prevent us from arguing about this. I sit down on the bed and pat the empty seat next to me for her to sit down. Once she acknowledges it, she sits beside me and rests her head on my shoulder. "I hope I can do you justice with this house. But I personally believe you shouldn't be kicked out because you love Liam and he became your first and only love. Simon doesn't know a damn thing about love." I nodded my head, not knowing what else to respond with. She sighs and asks, "Can you tell me about your week with Liam? I want to know every single detail, if that's alright with you."

"Yes, I can tell you," I said. I explain to her about our arrival to our hike, me being a big chicken towards nature, to our Waffle House adventure to our date. Camila asked a couple of questions about each category.

"Sounds so romantic," Camila comments.

"It was, in my head," I said. "Liam and I really got to be close, and we found out a lot more things about one another. We also figure we were able to be together like adults. Yesterday night, Liam and I discussed some things, and we're ready to be together. Just him and me."

"Wait, Wait," Camila says, touching my hand. "You and Liam are going to live together?" I nod my head. "That's so sweet. If only Zayn asks me, I would choose to go with him. He and I got really close a few days ago as well, and we did bicker a lot about the same issue you and Liam have been fighting about. But we couldn't stay mad at one another for too long."

"I know what you mean," I smile. I hold onto her hands and caress them softly. "You and Zayn are going to be together forever. I know it. I can see it."

She smiles and rests her head on my shoulder once more. "Really? What do you see?"

I sigh and use my foreshadowing skills to foresee the future. I close my eyes thought half a millennium years later. "I see Zayn and you living together in a house with your son. You guys also have a daughter, maybe another child. You guys are great parents and great grandparents. All of you live in peace and without drama."