"Don't make promises you can't keep."
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Noah Reed is lost. Fed up with his constant attitude and need for self-destruction, his mother sends him to live out the rest of the year with his father in hop...
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When I finally wake up again, I'm surprised to find that it's already past six P.M. Upon getting home, I'd wandered up to my room and got into bed and went straight to sleep. I guess that means I slept through the day.
I reach for my phone that sits on my nightstand, turning it on to find my screen swarmed with missed calls and texts from Blake. Guilt floods through my veins, running through me and reminding me what a terrible boyfriend I've been.
Laying in my bed has me remembering what it felt like to fall asleep with Blake in my arms, drifting off to the rhythm of her heartbeat after we'd shared our most intimate moment. The peace of the memory is destructed when I recall what happened next, how I ran out on her with absolutely no explanation, not bothering to call her back or text her once in the aftermath that followed.
I can't stop myself from wondering how she must be feeling. She's no doubt confused and frightened and more than a little hurt by me. I know I should call her, or a least send her a text explaining what's been going on. But how am I supposed to talk to her, knowing I'll shortly be leaving her? I don't want to break her heart, especially since the love I have for her still exists within me. Yet I know that there's no way our relationship will last when I leave, that "long distance relationship" is just code for "delaying our breakup".
I fall back on my bed, feeling conflicted. I know I have to go back home with my mom. Yet I don't want to leave Blake, don't want to end things with her.
I guess it just all comes down to what's more important to me.
As the thought passes through my head, my phone begins to ring. I sit up slowly as I answer the call, finding that it's my father.
I don't have a chance to speak before my father blurts, "Noah? I think you need to get back to the hospital. It's important." With that, he hangs up, leaving me wondering what's going on with a sinking feeling lingering in my gut.
It takes my father's three simple sentences to send what's left of my heart falling into oblivion, never to be seen again.
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