Song: How to Save a Life by The Fray
Vincent's POV
"Why didn't you tell us?" I ask Nathan, watching as Kierra silently spreads bruise cream across Nathan's chest.
"There was nothing to say," Nathan states.
"This is nothing?" I question sarcastically.
"Why the hell do you guys keep on saying how wrong I was," Nathan snaps. "You don't even care."
"I do."
Kierra's voice is so soft I almost miss it.
Nathan stares at her shock in his eyes.
"I've always cared," Kierra whispers, her voice cracking.
I stare at Kierra and Nathan.
They have everything together because they have each other.
My heart prickles with envy, because I know that despite everything I did for Kierra, the nights I stayed up with her, the hour-long phone calls, I was never enough.
She will never see me as anything more than a friend. And no matter how much I want to change it, that's just the way it is.
Her heart will always lead her straight back to Nathan. A boy who toiled with her emotions like they were strings on a puppet.
If I thought it was any different, I was wrong.
Nathan's POV
"I'm calling off the wedding," I state repeating the line I rehearsed so many times.
"What the hell did you say?" Amber asks grabbing my arm tightly.
"I'm breaking up with you," I reply.
"Nice one," Amber glares, assuming that this is all a joke.
"You can keep the ring as a token of appreciation because I've finally figured out where my true love lies," I say robotically.
Amber eyes grow wider, as she slaps me hard across the face.
The pain that spreads across my face makes me realize what I'm doing.
It makes me scared.
"Nathan, I don't need you to be my husband to make your life hell. And guess what, I can make Kierra's life hell as well." Amber threatens.
"No," I whisper. "This isn't between you and Kierra, it's between you and me."
Amber eyebrows raise suggestively.
"I'm sorry that this didn't work out, but this is no one else's but your fault," I reply confidence in my voice.
Confidence that Kierra gave me.
"Goodbye."
Without another word I sprint out of her hotel room, my cheek stinging from where Amber slapped me.
It's finally over.
I'm walking out of hell.
Vincent's POV
"Look, Vincent, I'm sorry," Kierra states sitting on my bed, while I pace around.
"Do you not realize how much you hurt me?" I ask, my voice trembling.
"I'm sorry," Kierra whispers not looking at me.
"You keep on leading me on, it's like one day you have feelings for me, and one day you don't," I state, staring at Kierra.
"I'm sorry," Kierra repeats.
"You have feelings for Nathan, right?" I ask.
Kierra nods, her head hanging low.
"Then all this time, all those random kisses, were just fake?" I ask.
"I thought I felt something," Kierra replies. "But I think maybe it was just a coping method because I was so broken."
"So I was just some boy you could play with?" I ask.
"That's not the way I meant it," Kierra whispers defensively. "I meant that maybe I was blinded by grief, and I had no clue where my feelings really were. I thought I liked you, but I think I was wrong."
I stare at her my eyes glassy with tears.
There are feelings that never die, no matter how bad we want them to.
"Seeing Nathan, made me realize everything," Kierra murmurs.
"And what about me?" I ask.
"I saw you like a brother."
"And I didn't," I say, my voice flat.
"I'm sorry."
I shake my head in disbelief.
"You just keep on jumping around from guy to guy," I state. "I still have feelings for you."
Kierra looks down at the white bedsheet.
"Can we just keep it as friends?" She asks.
"No." The words fly out of my mouth before I stop them.
Kierra looks up, her eyes meeting mine.
"No," I repeat. "We're not friends anymore, because friends don't lead each other on."
Kierra stands up, shock flooding through her face.
Guilt throbs inside me, but I know that this is for the best.
"Okay," Kierra whispers, her voice wavering. "Please, as a last favor, take care of Nathan."
Kierra walks out, not bothering to say goodbye.
"What have I done?" I whisper.
Karen's POV
"Where are you going?" I ask as I walk into Kierra's room.
Kierra is fervently packing her things back into her suitcase.
"I'm going," Kierra whispers.
"Going where?" I question, knowing the answer full well.
"I'm going home."
"Why?" I ask staring at her in confusion.
Kierra grabs the rest of her things messily stuffing them into her suitcase.
"It doesn't matter why," Kierra replies, zipping her suitcase up.
"Kierra," I whisper grabbing her arm. "You can't just go."
"But I am," She states here eyes meeting mine.
"You're gonna walk out of our lives, just like you did last time," I say staring at her in shock.
Kierra shrugs callously, pushing her hair behind her ear.
"This is about Nathan?" I ask my eyebrows furrowing.
Kierra shakes her head.
"This is about Vincent?" I push.
Kierra shrugs grabbing her suitcase.
"I love you, Karen," Kierra whispers as she slings her purse over her body.
"I do too," I whisper in confusion, as Kierra edges toward the door.
"I have to do this, for me, and for everyone else," Kierra states.
"What are you doing?" I ask my voice strained.
"I'm sorry."
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Second Chance :: Nathan Chen
Fiksyen PeminatWe build our lives on the most unstable things; ice. All of us built our futures, our careers on ice, something that under pressure would crack. And for all of us, it cracked, and we fell through. He thought he was ready. The world thought he was re...
