Under the Same Sky

Bluebell

**YOUR POV**

Indestructible. I was indestructible. 

My hair whipped around my face as Are You Gonna Be My Girl by Jet played. 

Go!So one, two, three, take my hand and come with me
Because you look so fine

That I really wanna make you mine. I say you look so fine
That I really wanna make you mine. 

That I really wanna make you mine. Oh, four, five, six c'mon and get your kicks.

Now you don't need that money

When you look like that, do ya honey

I was trying to wrap my mind around the crazy summer I had had but I always knew not to try and understand what happens. I always end up thinking way the hell too much and breaking my own heart more slow and painfully than anyone else did. I took a deep breath. I had really fucked up this time and I don't think Jake would ever forgive me if he found out. Wait, what the fuck, no. He was with Jita, I did absolutely nothing wrong...so why do I feel like absolute shit? 

A FEW DAYS EARLIER...

I had showed up at Clark's door, and he mentioned that he was with someone new. I saw the way they interacted. He was such a gentleman to her and I guess I was kind of upset. Life had handed my absolutely nothing but shit and I'm kind of jealous that the person who gave me hell and back is happy and is getting what I want. I drank more than my golden ratio and I honestly didn't give a fuck. Chelsea showed me where I could sleep. 

Wow, they actually fucking had a guest room. In their house. That they shared. In Florida. 

Clark and I had always talked about living together, about moving out to California so he could learn how to sail and so I had more opportunities to find what I loved. Something about Cali just felt like home to me. So serene, yet so busy at the same time. It was exactly what I loved. I had been working toward saving up so we could start our life sometime. He just fucking gave up on us, for a quick fuck. 

No, don't be rude, Y/N, I'm sure Chelsea is great...

After they had gone to bed, I took a long look at myself in the mirror. My eyes were dark and complete with heavy bags. My makeup was smudged and my hair was tousled. Not in a cute way though, it looked like a rat's nest.  I decided to clean myself up--shower, clean off makeup, and actually feel good. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel. I looked at the toilet. I couldn't throw up. Not here. They'd hear me. I respected myself more than that than throwing up in my shitty ex's house. I put on a oversized shirt I had and hopped into bed quickly before I could think more about it.  I hear a knock at the door and mumble come in.

It was Clark. 

I sat up straight in bed and propped myself up against the headboard. 

"Hey." He said

"Hi." I said

"Listen, I just wanted to apologize. I know I hurt you, but I was trying to figure out who I was without hurting you and I did just that and I'm sorry." 

"It really seemed bad when you went MIA after I told you about the assault." 

He didn't say anything, he just nodded. Tears were welling in his eyes, I could tell. 

"You know, I don't regret anything. I loved spending weekend mornings making pancakes and bird watching and all that. I want that again with someone someday, but I'm glad it happened with you first."