Last night, I fell asleep with Colton's arms wrapped tight around my waist. This morning, I am alone and filled with desperation because honestly, I would do everything to keep Colton here.
"Colton!" I called out and in response, I received nothing.
"Colton!" In that moment, I jumped out of my bed and ran to his room. I should have fallen off my bed and slipped on the carpet but I didn't.
Somewhere deep down, I knew he left already but I know I'm just denying it.
You have to catch yourself.
When I entered his room, his room was empty but his closet door was open with blue, white, and orange cloth peeking out.
I didn't slow walk it. I want to be fast. I want to find Colton.
I opened the closet and the only clothing in there is his jersey - his famed high school jersey with fourteen on the back and front.
I pulled the jersey off the hanger and tumbling down to the floor, was a note.
I picked it up and on it, was the neat handwriting that could only belong to Colton.
"Dear Elliana,
Shit, that sounded cheesy. Well, anyways, you may notice that I'm gone by the time you read this. I mean, you're still asleep and I know you like your sleep. You'd kill me if I did. I don't know how to portray how sorry I am if you see me gone. I really am sorry. I have no excuse to explain why I left but I do need you to do one thing: Do your own thing. I know you don't need my help. I know you can do it on your own. I know you want to sing. I can see you performing at the Superbowl. It's so vivid in my head, honestly. You will be fine and I know it.
You know?
I realized we don't have a specific symbol to describe us. Of course, we have certain songs to remind us of each other. I know I do. I would love to say those songs and our favorite bands could describe us along with our ice creams at the end of Santa Monica Pier but that'd be too cliché. Don't you think? I know you like cliché but there's a boundary line. I know you love cliché but I know you love for things to be in your own diverse fashion. I mean, I do.
You're your own diverse self and I like that. I like that you're different but I'm used to some things about you. You're not completely foreign to me. You're your own person and you're the same as other people which in reality, makes us all the same. We all are similar to each other with different personalities. It's your differences that I like.
I don't know when I'll see you again. Our phone numbers won't be the same anymore. We'll be in two completely different states compared to California. I'll be honest and say that I truly don't want to leave you but I left and I'll say that it's because I want to get away from California and try to reorganize my life especially about everything with Brendan. I'm being selfish because I'm doing this for me and for you? I'm hoping that I'll get another chance.
I'll let you know that I did take one of your guitar picks and in return, I'm letting you keep my "famed" football jersey. It's for you so carry it with you wherever you go especially in Minnesota. Keep it with you or preserve it or something like that. It's yours now.
I'm doing you a favor by leaving, Elliana.
Just because I'm doing something for myself does not, by any means, mean that I don't care. Because I do.
I care a whole damn lot.
The next time we're both in LA, I'll try to find you. If you hate me, I don't blame you.
I love you.
-Colton"
I ran downstairs to the kitchen and found the keys in the key rack.
As soon as the keys were in my grip, I rushed out the door and hurriedly entered Colton's truck. I didn't bother taking my Camaro for I didn't know why.
At the pace I was driving, I should have been pulled over long ago but luckily, I wasn't. I just kept driving until I got to the LAX except for the consistent traffic lights.
I ran into the large airport, weaving my way through the swarms of people. As I made it to the list of departures, I didn't care that people were looking at me like I was crazy. I didn't care because for one, I was and two, I just cared about Colton at the moment.
Scanning the list, I came across "Florida" which departed at 9:45 whereas it was now 10:00.
I stood there knowing that I had gotten here too late for me to make it to Colton.
During my stand of shame, I was hoping that he's walk up behind me and hug me, telling me that he's never leave but no, he didn't.
I stood in the LAX wearing pajamas just hoping that the gorgeous brown-haired, blue-eyed boy I had fallen in love with would appear right next to me and hold me like he would always be here, never leaving.
I was back in the mind of that naive middle schooler where I had the fantasy that someday the love of my life would be about to leave on an airplane to some far away place, but just as I showed up, he'd pop up with his bags and tell me he didn't go on his flight because of me; telling me he couldn't bear the thought of leaving me.
That's when reality kicked in and made me realize that he's really on a plane heading to Florida, and he didn't come back for me.
I felt alone again. I felt abandoned again.
Brendan was no longer here.
My parents - biological and adoptive - were no longer here.
Kara devoted a majority of her time to Mason now.
Jace also headed to Florida with Colton.
Eleighna was no longer here.
And Colton was no longer here.
But Colton's letter prepared itself inside of my head and the meaning stuck out to me.
He knew how I would react and how I would feel towards this. He knew exactly what would happen.
I was determined to keep his promise for as long as I possibly could.
Don't let it get that bad again.
I walked out of the airport determined to keep the promise.
I didn't know what to do without my friends because after all, I could only depend on myself at the moment.
That's the only person I had.
I had myself.
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I had feels while writing this chapter. Next chapter is when it goes back to present time.
I ship my own couple way too hard and I'm not ashamed of it.
Anyways, Good Night and Good Morning!
I almost forgot...
Happy Halloween!
Xx
-Moni
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Out Of My League (Under Revision) (Book 1)
Teen FictionElliana Hope Rinders thought five years was enough time for her heart to heal since tragedy struck and Colton Andrew Grey left her alone in their former house. Five years later, she avoids football like she avoids relationships. He watches her perfo...
