Chapter 37: Misinformation

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Wow, guys; we've made it this far.  For those who just joined, welcome and hopefully, you stick around for the next book.  As for those that have been here since Day 1; I applaud you.

Because damn; I was quite the fetus when I first started.  ( and you know who you guys are ) you've seen my worst writing; goddamn, I'm pissed that you guys didn't tell me anything and I was left to find out for myself.

But I still love you; lots.

And some of you were confused as to what I meant in the last update, by 'continuing...'

Guys, I was never planning on stopping the book; what I meant was that if you guys wanted me to post the last chapters of this book so we could get started on the third book.

Sorry for the confusion, lovelies; but guess what?

The ending of this book and the dawning of the third + final book is very close now.

Let's see if you guys can stick around for the finale.

Love you all with all my heart; thank you for making this journey amazing so far.

As for the second to last chapter...

                                        Sofia's POV

They won't be coming.

        That phrase has been repeating itself in my head for the past five minutes; everyone already knows that even at this height, they won't be able to make it.

        The boys knew this was going to happen; and they didn't do anything to stop it.

        I bitterly laughed, not at the situation, but much more at myself; how could I have been so mindless about this? I'm starting to doubt myself because there have been a couple of occasions where they have tried to tell me, but did not; now anger pumped throughout my body.

        They didn't even call to tell me that they couldn't.

        Their own agent had to text us because they didn't have the courage to tell it to my face; not even through a phone call.

"Sofia; c'mon, the show is about to start!" Katelyn said, shaking my shoulders as I came back from my thinking state.

"Kate . . . they aren't really coming, are they?" One look at her and her features flowed with pity.

        She took me in a hug; warm to my skin, but not enough for my heart.

        Slowly, I could feel water dropping on my head and I dared to look up, gazing at Katelyn's wet cheeks and puffy red eyes and only thinking to myself:

That should've been me.

        But it isn't; why? Because I'm stronger than that. If I were on the verge of crying, which is probably about now, I would express it some other way.

        I calmed Katelyn down; enough for her to stop crying and I comforted her, trying to lift her spirits up. As she started to smile and dry her tears, I asked the only question that came to my mind.

"Where's Midnight Blue?"

"Midnight Blue? Who's that?" I laughed, which made her grin even bigger; at least her mood was improving.

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