A/N I'M BACK! So incredibly sorry for the wait, there are no excuses but my reasons are shocking and even I can't believe em'
Long story short, my laptop was stolen around the beginning of November at school. Sadly, it was by one of my friends. I have it back now but I lost a friend. Sad to say that's the world we live in.
There's more to the story but, I know you guys came for the story lol, sorry for the life crisis , I could really use a friend right now.
Anyways, This idea had been in my mind for a while. Had to write it. Updates for Unwritten and Family Ties both tomorrow. Thank you.
Isabella's POV
Rainy nights are always good. I enjoyed the atmosphere and the euphoric feeling hearing the loud thumps on the windows. Experiencing the great feeling of the rain was amazing also. The water, while it wasn't the cleanest, made me feel safe in a way. Almost cherished and loved.
Ugh.. I erased the redundant poem for the 45th time. I'm never gonna finish this english assignment.
Find something that reminds you of love. Write a poem about it. Take in feelings and emotions. Use descriptive language along with excerpts from forms of literature. It can be anything you can imagine. Your poem is what you will use in the second part of the project.
I read my professors directions carefully again and again. It wasn't much and was way too vague for my tastes. I had so much to choose from and I chose one the most boring topics.
Rain.
Why did I pick rain anyways?
Oh yeah, Him.
He loved the rain. He loved to listen to it like a song. When we would video chat or speak on the phone, it would rain. On either side of the world, mostly my side is where the rain would occur. He lived in England, while I was in the United States. California, to be exact. Even though we were so far from each other, It felt as if we were in the same room sometimes. He thought it was a sign of our love. He loved the rain just as he loved me.
He vocalized that it reminded him of what he thought sex with me would feel like. Loud, wet, soothing, primal, and could happen at any time. We shared fantasies every once in awhile.
Although, the focus of the relationship wasn't sex, it was nice to know what both partners were thinking of.
I remember when we first met, or should I say texted…
Flashback:
It was my freshman year in college.
I was sitting on the couch watching Once upon a time with my roommate and best friend Alice while eating pizza.
Alice was from England, Like him. She had the cutest little accent I had ever heard before. She was a major in Bioengineering and had a $100,000 scholarship for now. It's not really a problem for her though because she is loaded, and I mean loaded.
She came down to Cali, to do what she called slumming it and not depending on her parents anymore. I usually stay away from those rich types but as soon as I bumped into her bringing food to the park everyday for the homeless, I knew I had to become her friend.
Every weekend we bring down a few blankets to the shelter and for the people on the streets to have for the cold and rainy nights. We even started a fund called home for help, so we could raise money in building apartment complexes for homeless people to live for low prices and even some free ones.
I was taught that giving is one of the best things you can do for a person. It not only gives you peace of mind but, It makes everyone feel good.
We were having our weekly netflix and chill nights with each other since the guys at the university were all way too stuck up and full of themselves. In California, there were lot's of nice people, but some were really rotten. I guess Stanford got most of them.
As long as we had pizza, ice cream and Netflix, we were fine.
"Can Killian stop being so hot?" Alice said fanning herself. She had a huge crush on the actor that played Captain Hook in Once upon a time.
I mean, I couldn't blame her, He looked like god himself sculpted his face. His body was an amazing sight also.
"Killian has nothing on Robin hood, that boy is FINE," I put emphasis on fine because he was just that.
"Girl, you're crazy," She responded giggling. Just then my phone buzzed with a message.
Hey, I ordered the grapes you wanted mum. Couldn't decide between purple and green so I just got both. It'll be delivered in about 15 minutes.
I scrunched my face up, in confusion at the message that was sent. Obviously, whoever sent it meant it for their mom and not me. Although it was kinda cute that the stranger was picking up grapes for their 'mum' as they call them.
I sent back a quick reply letting them know that it was a mistake and added a little humor to it.
You might wanna check that number again, btw your mum is lucky to have you. P.S I would have gone with green grapes.
"Girl, who are you texting?" Alice questioned turning away from the TV.
"Nobody important," I responded locking my phone.
Although, I didn't realize how important he would become.
It's been about 2 months since I stopped all contact with him and it still hurts me to think about him now. Which is why I don't get why I based my whole final on something that reminded me constantly of him.
You might be wondering why I stopped messaging him. Well, He is about 8 years older than me and while I ignored it for some time, I realized we would be judged on our relationship.
But that isn't why I stopped talking to him. I couldn't stand not being with him over there. A relationship with skype and texting is not what I want in a relationship at all. It was like he was close but far at the same time. His work takes up most of his time and we barely got to talk sometimes.
And when we did, it was Hi and bye, or I'm at work text you later. It wasn't like he couldn't fly out here, but he was always so caught up with his job.
After how long we were dating, I couldn't believe flying out here was something he never thought of. If he loved me like he said he did. I know it sounds selfish, but I can't share a man with his job. Even if I love him to death.
So after almost 2 and a half years, I left him. Well it was more like blocked on every social media site I had him on because I didn't have the guts to break up with him.
Do I regret it?
So much.
Am I better off with him, than not?
I'll admit, I'd take being ignored over being heartbroken. But after a while, I would want better for myself.
I put my poem book away for the night. I had another month until summer break, which is when my final was due. I'll work on it tomorrow night because for now, I need a good night's sleep.
A/N Not my most favorite Bella, But it's Bella. Get ready for a roller coaster ride, ladies and gents. This story goes from past to present a lot. A little confusing at times but, hold on tight. That's maybe for the first 8-12 chapters depending on the flashbacks.
