Our story

chapter 1: 2 years ago when it all started

The cold October air hit the back of neck as I felt the warmth of his hug as we stood in the open yard of leaves. I loved him more than anything but how could I tell him how I felt without scaring him away.

"Sarah", he whispered into my ear.

"Jackson", I whispered back.

I wanted to say I love you but the words couldn't come out. Instead I stared into his eyes and blushes when he wrapped his arms around me tighter. Say it I yelled at myself in my mind, tell him you are his world.

" Jackson?"

The sound of a car rattled into the driveway and I knew it was time to let go of him but it was difficult because I never want to leave his side.

"Jackson?!"

His parents came to see where he was and well he's always here, same time, same place, same things, almost everyday. What I was doing was wrong, I had a boyfriend but I was in love with someone else, that someone else happened to be the guy I always saw walking by my house and that I liked because he looked cute. I watched him leave and get in his car and I didn't get to tell him how I felt I was also too late.  I felt stupid for not telling him or trying to something, I know it's bad to love him and try things when I have a boyfriend but I can't help it. We didn't even say goodbye because it was awkward to in some weird way I haven't figured out yet. It's like we knew we were gonna say sometimes but the facial expressions we gave each other. That's how some of the conversations went by a series of weird looks.

Chapter 2. Goodbye

I don't know what happened to us or you. I remember the late nights we had together, the I love you's we spoke, the kisses, the hugs in the cold air, and just the warmth of your hand holding mine as we walked. Maybe you were just a mistake and that you weren't the guy I truly loved. But I wish you could at least tell me goodbye without ignoring me like this. Why did I leave my last boyfriend for you and why is this like this now? I guess I should stop texting and trying to call you then pretend you never existed.

CHAPTER 3: A YEAR LATER

Lena's p.o.v

I just turned 14 and it's the first week of eighth grade and a year since I saw him and held him. Since then I dated many guys to forget hum but it wasn't working. You moved on from what I heard and I broke that day then I slid a blade across my little pale wrist. That night I cried in my pillow until I fell asleep with the blood staining my pillow. He was the love of my life and the one who got away. I really regret not talking to him because I've never felt so in love before. I felt like a fool and I still do. My body is now covered in bruises, burns, cuts, and scars. Why do I love him? Why is he my everything even though he's gone? If I had the chance to love him more than ever before and to keep him, I would but I'm too late for him. He kept me from listening to people telling me to kill myself and he protected me but he's gone for good I guess, I don't know if I can survive another year or more without him.