Is This Destiny? 2

Is This Destiny? 2- Part 8

I stopped running and placed my hands on my knees as I tried to catch my breath. I heard his footsteps behind me and wiped the tears on my eyes. 'Ariana, please listen.' He caught up with me and I turned to face him. I frowned at him but he continued, 'He loved you, Ariana.' He tried to catch his breath before mumbling, 'He really did.' A tear dropped to my cheek again. 'How do you know that?' He ignored my question and said, 'He would really like it if you come with me to Texas. I'm sure he would really like a visit from you.' A smile appeared on his face. I tried to smile but my face and my body was too weak to even do anything. 'Please?' He begged. I pulled a confused face and mumbled, 'I don't know, Ethan. I don't know if my mum will let me and I don't know if I can face him. I'm still too weak.' He slowly nodded his head, 'Okay... Just kik me whenever you've decided.' I nodded my head and faked a smile. I walked off leaving him there as he watched me disappear from the distance. Salty-hot tears rolled down my cheeks as I got a flashback of what had just happened. Ethan's voice echoed in my head, 'Jake's dead.' I couldn't help but try to shake everything out of my head. No matter how hard I tried, he just would not get out. I just couldn't believe he passed away. It's unbelievable and I really don't know what to do with my life right now. He didn't even tell me anything about it, I had just found out about the tragic news about him. As I saw my house from a distance, all I wanted to do was stay in bed and cry all night. I was depressed and I felt like a part of me was missing after the news I had heard. It's unbelievable because a few years ago I was just talking to him and having inside jokes and now he's gone. But I guess what they say is true, "He was far too good for all of us and now he's in a happier place." Opening the doors to my house I noticed my mum with her head on the table and a glass of beer on her hand. She was drunk again. I got a blanket on the sofa and placed it on her body. Sitting down on one of the chairs, I mumbled, 'Mum, I wish I could talk to you about my problems. I need someone to talk to...' I paused, 'Someone I can trust...'