- Calum's POV -
"I just couldn't do it, i couldn't cry because i knew it wasn't real. watching her suffer made me suffer. she's believing it." i told ashton, my friend since elementary.
"this is nothing compared to the truth and you know that, she'd suffer even more if she knew her boyfriend was alive but had to cut all ties with her without any explanation. this is easier which is so horrible to say." as id hate to admit it, he was right. amelia was very nosey or for a better word, curious. that girl demands an explanation for everything, and this was no exception. she would somehow find her way to luke which would really get him killed. i haven't seen him since he told us he had to leave, i wondered what he was doing.
i sighed in response letting him know i knew he was right, but amelia is too observant. she picks up on things about you you don't even know. "she's going to find out eventually. i don't know how much longer we can make this believable" i said in retaliation. ashton knew i had a point, i wouldn't be surprised if she started figuring it out from now.
"listen, we're both right but for now we're just going to do what he asked us. to keep our mouths shut and make this as believable as possible. she can't go looking, the thought of him being alive shouldn't even be a thing in her mind right now. we will cross that bridge when we get to it. no matter what we cannot let her think we believe her, or give her any sort of clue that her crazy ass theories of him still being alive are true." ashton said sternly. i simply nodded my head, he yet again was right. this thing is too fresh into her mind to even think of that, she's still grieving even though denial is apart of that process.
"i'm going to call her and ask her if she needs anything." i said while walking away.
ashton didn't trust me that much, i could tell. ever since elementary i've had a problem with keeping secrets. i was the schools biggest gossip by accident. i accidentally told his mom he kissed lucy on the playground in 3rd grade and he basically stopped telling me anything that involved anything anyone else didn't even have a clue about. it was ironic how now i had to keep the biggest secret of my life.
i clicked her on the call log and it started to ring. i was truly worried about her. i didn't wanna say she was crazy per say but she definitely wasn't a rational person when it came to her and impulsive decisions.
she picked up the phone. i could hear her sniffles and stuffy nose through the phone, "do you need anything? are you hungry?"
"i'm okay. thank you for asking."
she needs to eat eventually, right?
"okay. please don't hesitate to call me or anything like that." i emphasized to her the fact i was always available, which was true.
i had been in no truly serious relationships. sometimes i think love isn't for me, or that i'm meant to be alone. after these recent days, i am just getting stronger evidence to further prove this. if love truly was real, i would've had to find it by now. even if i did have a girlfriend, luke made it very clear to take care of her like as if i was her boyfriend but to not actually act like her boyfriend cause he'd punch me in the face. of course, he's "dead" so there's nothing he could really do but the threat still terrified me.
i come back and sit on the black leather sofa, i relax my body by letting it all fall.
i lie down in hopes to sleep but i couldnt, my mind was running laps right now thinking about this whole situation? i mean really, how did it get to this point and how could luke even do this. it must be so hard to be at your own funeral and not being able to hug or comfort your girlfriend or mom. that's if he really was there and somehow managed to go, i doubt it.
