An Autobiography with Fictional Characters

prologue.

Aquila's POV.

"I think I need to be on my own for a bit."

My eyes widened as the words escaped my mouth. What the heck did I just do?

"What do you mean? What's wrong? Talk to me." His eyebrows furrowed in concern, fixing the position of his lopsided phone. It made a loud crunch as he jolted the entity from it's stationary stance.

"I just-" I paused, attempting to construct a response to his questions.  "I just feel a little confused.. I don't know... I think, I just need to be on my own for a little bit... I'm sorry, Love." Tears began to well up in my eyes, muffled whimpers escaped the pillow that my face was buried in. 

"Why?' The lines across his forehead deepened as his eyes bore into mine from the other side of the line.  "I thought we were..." he expressed an enervated sigh, "doing better..." eventually he mumbles under his breath. 

"I know, I know... and we have been, Love. I just honestly think that I might need time on my own. I-I-I don't know. I think I'm just a little confused... I feel as though I've been unfair towards you as well, I haven't had time for us lately... With Dents in and out of hospital, and Hannah's situation. I just haven't been present at all and I am so sorry..." These excuses spilled; attempting to justify my actions towards this spontaneous decision. Thinking knowingly of the reason that flashes across my mind. 

"No, I get that. I completely understand, for the first time. I support your decision, Darling. I'm here for you. I'm really proud of you for taking this time for yourself, and choosing to focus on your family and friends." He offers a weak smile towards my way, forcing a brave façade. 

"No, but please. Still remember that I love you. That even though we're doing this, it doesn't change the way I feel towards you. That when we're ready, we can do this again and focus on us. Please, Love. I don't want to lose you. I care about you way too much , and love you way too much to lose you. I don't want to lose you again, please. I love you..." I continued to spew onto the pillow, unsure of whether he was able to hear me or not. "At graduation, like we promised." Sniffles were communicating with him as I struggled to maintain myself.

"Of course, Darling. I'll always stay right here by you. You'll never lose me. I love you too. Stop crying now, please. You're too pretty to cry." He attempts to hush me,  pretending to caress me through the call. 

"You promise? Not like those bullshit promises we make where we break them, do you really mean this one?" My lower lip trembled. I was undeniably stupid to have believed this. I suppose that's what happens when you're latched onto a person, attached to them, like a stupid little leech when they obviously want nothing to do with you.

But he has been different this time. 

He has stopped, she was gone. They were all gone. 

He has been putting in the effort to change, to be better for me, for us. This was the first time, where he had actually considered my feelings above his. Where he genuinely meant what he said. 

"I do promise, Darling." 

I suppose that's why till this day, I still feel shitty about my decision.