A follow up on my first book! (Where Isak met Even) I suggest you read the first one before starting this one. Everything will make more sense that way:)
I had made the decision to talk to Isak. I missed him, and I knew where Jonas lived. I had to at least talk to him, explain to him. I needed to see him.
This was such a last minute decision. I can't believe I realised that on the bus over there. Maybe it was too early to go to him anyway, I shouldn't have come. I'm freaking out. It was 2:30pm, it wasn't too early. What would I even say to him? I practiced in my head. "Hey Isak. I'm sorry-" no. "Isak! I've missed you" ugh no. I'd wing it. It wasn't something someone could plan, it just had to come out naturally. I texted Isak.
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I was so excited to have the courage to text him again. I couldn't wait for his repsonse.
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What?
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I- I mean he had a point. I had been ignoring his calls, days after we broke up. Did he think he was a pawn to me? My breathing got heavier, I was screaming on the inside. What have I done? I calmed myself down and texted back.
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Maybe I had fixed it. I felt myself relaxing as a smile creeped to my face...Only to be turned a second later..
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Tears were uncontrollably running down my face. The bus stopped at the bus stop beside Jonas's house. Of course I wasn't getting off now. I saw Isak with his face in the palms of his hands, sitting beside Jonas on the staircase beside the entrance. Jonas's arm was around Isak's shoulder, he was comforting him. Even Jonas, his best friend, was acting like a better person than me. There was no way I was going back to the apartment. There was no way I was getting off here either. Where would I go? The bench..
