Hero's POV:
I agreed to go to the pub. I'm about to faint from sleep but I agreed. I often go to these kind of clubs with my friends, in London.
I wasn't really in the mood to go out tonight, but I would do everything to stop thinking about her.
I couldn't even sleep. My head was haunted by our memories and her blue-gray eyes.
It's not fair.
It should've stopped 9 months ago...but instead I'm still here, suffering for losing Jo. I can't control the people who enter and leave my life as if I were a robot, but I'm sure it would be easier to put everything aside and forget it like she wasn't here. Because she is here.
The love she can give you can fill your soul.
Every day that has passed with her was like the sea, when it rains. Every single drop of rain, time over time, combined with the vastness of the sea. It's just a small part of a giant thing, but it's still important.
I'd like to talk to her, not so formally like the other day, talk to her as I did before.
But I can't.
I across the road to reach the pub, thanks to the location that Marcus sent.
I already see the stroboscopic lights and drunken people, one on the other.
Marcus sends me a message and says he's not here yet.
I guess I just have to wait.
I enter the pub and rest my head on the wall next to the entrance, looking around. I think I need alcohol.
I go to the counter to ask for a glass of beer but I stop at the same time when I see a blonde haired girl.
At this point, I think I have hallucinations.
It's not possible, not again.
When she turns I realize that I'm not imagining it but it's really her, and she is watching me astonished. She stands up and starts yelling.
"What the fuck are you doing here?!"
"What...I-"
"Are you following me or what?"
"Calm down! I'm not following you, I had to meet a friend, I'll go right away."
I'm about to go but she says:
"I didn't tell you to leave."
What the hell is going on? Am I imagine things or...?
I note that her eyes are red as fuck, her pupils have dilated and she speaks -yells, actually- strangely.
She's wasted but still so damn beautiful.
She has long curly hair collected in a high point tail, wears a bit of makeup and a dress that fits her perfectly.
How am I supposed to take my eyes off of her?
"You're drunk." I kindly say.
"It's none of your business." I knew she would've treated me badly.
"Okay, uhm, I'm really...going now. Goodnight, Jo" I want to stay here with her until the sun arises, but I don't want to fight. I'd rather leave.
"No, don't leave." she grabs my wrist and I stay immobile.
My heart has stopped for the hundredth time since I know her.
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FanficHero's Pov: "Whatever our souls are made of his and mine are the same". This had to be the quote tied to Tessa and Hardin. But it's finished to be tied to us too. It had to be a friendly relationship, but no one can control his own heart, especially...
