I'll Never Say Goodbye

Chapter 1

Sqaishey's POV

I feel tears forming in my eyes, and I start to panic. I can't hear anything Stampy's parents are saying, all I can do is look into those beautiful brown eyes of his and cry silently.

I realise the more I look at him for what could be the last time, the feeling to grab him and sprint away grows stronger. We would have no money, and no shelter. But at least we'd be together.

I consider trying to run. But I know that I'm not very fast; at least not as fast as my parents. I would most certainly get caught, even if I ran as fast as I could.

But the question I want the answer to is why? Why are they taking my best friend away from me? I'm nearly an official adult, in almost 12 months I will be. I could leave after my birthday and try to find Stampy. But out of 7 whole continents to search, would I find him? I give up trying to come up with ideas of trying to get him back and start struggling against my parents grip.

"Stampy." I almost whisper, tears filling my eyes. He'll know what to do. He's smart enough to come up with a plan. He shakes his head. He is going to accept that we probably aren't going to ever see each other again?

I gather all the strength I can, fight my parents grip, and run to Stampy. His hug only lasts a few seconds, but to me it feels like one hundred hours. "Good..." He starts, but I interrupt him. "No. This isn't goodbye. I'll never say goodbye."

We hold each other one more time, the last time I'm going to have anything to do with Stampy for months. But as tears of sadness run down my face, I realise something. I still have videos! I can just speak to him while doing videos! He can tell me where he is, or vice versa! I smile realising it's all going to be ok.

I smile; Stampy realises I have a plan, so he lets go. Our parents both drag us to separate cars, but this time we don't fight it. It will be okay. I am roughly pushed into the backseat of the car. But as I start to feel a bit of hope, I look at my feet.

My Xbox, crushed into a million pieces, wires thrown everywhere. My phone, the screen smashed, bits of glass and wire hanging out. There were many other things too, but I ignored them. Reality hit me like a wave. I couldn't get back to Stampy.

I hit the window, banging it so hard I'm sure he could hear it. But he can't. We both drive away, one thinking the other has a plan that will get us out of this mess. He probably thinks I'm working on it now, scheming away on how to find each other again. I also realise something else.

I forgot to tell Stampy that I loved him. I had a feeling about me for months, but I ignored it. I could not possibly be in love with Stampy. Could I?

It's too late now. Stampy's gone. And knowing the plan of my parents and his, they probably broke everything of his too.

There are more than 4 million people out there who are waiting for Stampy and I to post a video. But soon, they're going to realise that there is no more videos.

I look at the window. There is grass as far as the eye can see. It looks like my life. Once I was in the colourful city of friendship, next thing I'm in the field of grief. All I can hope is that one day, I will go back to that city, back to Stampy.

As hours pass, and Stampy is travelling further and further away from me, I stop moaning and being negative. Even if that was the last time I see Stampy, I remember what I said.

"I'll never say goodbye." I whisper.

Stampy's POV

I watch Sqaishey's car drive away until it's no longer in sight. I lost her. And all because of her parents. We'd still be together if it weren't for them. At least we had our xboxes. We could communicate through them, right?

Why do they want to take us away from each other? I didn't live with my parents any more, as I am a legal adult, but Sqaishey is only 20. In a few more months maybe we'll find each other again. For now, however, all we can do is sit and wait. There's no telling where they'll take her, either. They could be going out of the country for all I know. She could be across the other side of the world and I wouldn't know it unless she till has her xbox. I have a feeling that her parents wouldn't let her talk to me anyway.

Just a few more months, then she'll be 21. An adult, able to move out alone and away from her parents. But I'll have no idea where she is. As I said, she could be in bloody Africa for all I know. There is a chance that she's still in England, but how would I know?

I glance once more desperately at the road where she disappeared before walking slowly back to my apartment. There's nothing I can do now. Maybe... Maybe she'll never know I love her.