Happily Ever After-The Happy Ending (Completed)

Chapter 6-Fake-ness.

"Love is spending the rest of your life with someone you want to kill, but not doing it because you'd miss them!"

"Letting go of love is difficult, but holding onto something that isn't meant for you is impossible."

Chapter 6-Fake-ness.

Chelsea’s POV

His touch, so familiar. So safe.

His lips, so pink. So soft.

His eyes, twinkling brighter than the stars. 

Him, as he held my hand in his, entwining our fingers, kissing my forehead, making me believe that it would all be better. 

With him it’s easy, natural. 

It’s like breathing.

With him I’m happy-no second thoughts. Nothing to worry about, to think about. It’s just us, in our own world. 

His words, a tender caress. 

The way he got angry, like a volcano waiting to blow. 

Him staring at me from a distance, smiling at me, watching me-loving me.

The way he winks when no ones watching.

His playful grin, his mischievous smile.

Just, him. He is all I need. With him everything’s easy, like breathing. He’s familiar and safe and easy and natural and he’s mine. With him, there are no second thoughts. We’re in our own little world. It’s us, against the world.

I woke up panting hard. A layer of sweat covered my forehead and for the first time I felt hot. I tore the blankets off my moisture covered body and I stumbled my way into the bathroom. 

In the mirror, stared back a girl I once knew. Her hair was fully red, no brown. I saw the image of her eyes, when she was happy. Her smile, the way it lit up a room without even trying to. I saw her.

Hurriedly I splashed cold water over my face. That’s better, I thought. I looked up and returned the ordinary red and brown haired girl, with no twinkle in her eyes. 

Another day it is.

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The little bell above the door tinkled as I pushed past it. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee hung high in the air and all I wanted in that moment was my own steaming hot cup of delicious coffee. 

I stood in the never moving queue, trudging tiny steps every second in hope of keeping myself awake. Soon I ordered my own hot coffee and waiting till my order was filled off. I collected the delectable brew and began to make my way out of the congested shop.

The wind slapped my face as soon as I walked out. Shivering, I pulled my jacket closer and mentally cursed the God that gave me this weather. 

It was a Saturday morning. People rushed round finishing last minute work before their parties for the night. Teenage girls giggled together as they walked down the street-no doubt gossiping about boys or whatnot. 

‘So...I ran into you at Starbucks is it?’

I turned my head to the sudden noise and just raised my eyebrows at the source.

‘Yes. Now shut up. I didn’t wanna tell Nick, and I don’t have to. You know he’d get all jealous and I don’t want him to think about it. I mean, we just had coffee. It was nothing.’