Do you remember?

Chapter Twenty Two

I laid in my bed, relieved to finally try to sleep. It has been a long day. Rowan.... I mean Raelyn was in the bed beside mine. The room was decorated very expensively and trendy like the rest if this weird complex. I wasn't sure if it was an office or Haines's apartment. She laid with her back facing towards me. I could feel the separation between us. It was killing me. I sighed and felt a tear slip off my cheek and land on the pillow. I knew that once I started to cry that I wouldn't be able to stop. I tried to be as silent as I could as I quietly held back my sobs. My mom had no clue where I was and the same with Theo. I had no clue where I was.

"You can let it out.... it is just me and God knows how many times we cried in front of each other." Raelyn muttered.

Despite her words I kept quiet. The old Rowan would have made me laugh or start crying with me. Raelyn doesn't have the same tactics. I flipped over onto my other side so now our back faced each other.

Our houses were directly across the street from each other and both of us had the front bedroom. So every night we would wave to each other through our windows before we shut our lights off. It was a tradition for several years. We haven't done it in several months. The more I thought about the things we used to do the louder my crying became. I mostly sniffled and my chest heaved as I tried to hold in the waves of sadness that coursed through my body.

This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

"Were we actually ever friends or was our friendship a lie?" I asked, my voice shaking.

"How can you think that? I never lied to you Val. Sure I kept parts of the truth from you but I never lied. Our friendship was the best thing to ever happen to me and it still is." She said, yawning at the end.

I wiped away my tears knowing that only more will follow. How could I trust her? I wanted to trust Raelyn. I really did but part of me was saying not to believe any word she says. She seemed to be very good at lying to me. I looked over to see her pushing her bed towards mine. An awful screeching noise filled the room as she pushed the twin bed to me. I was confused as to what she was doing. Why did she want her bed closer to mine? She stopped when our beds were touching and hopped back under the security of her covers.

"Why did you do that?" I asked, bewildered.

She shrugged as she snuggled back in. Her eyes beginning to flutter shut.

"We were just to far away from each other..." She yawned.

I laid back down and faced her. I could smell the soap that she used on her hair. It was a fruity scent. I breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of the too brisk air, of her and of the sheets. I felt my body begin to relax. This was like the old Rowan that I knew and it made me feel safe, secure.

There was still a chance.