Clare and me were at her house working on an English paper, we seem to be doing that alot latley. Clare's house phone rang and she went down stairs to answer it, so here I was alone in St. Clare's room sitting on her bed. Never thought it'd ever happen but I'm living proof. I stand up and look around, the walls were painted a light shade of blue. Typical Clare, but it fit her well. The bed was pushed to the far side of the room. She had white drawr's. The floor was hard wood but she had placed a white fluffy carpet in the middle of the room. As I walked around the spacious room I decided to snoop. I opened her night stand, I found a locked journal, one contact case, a scrap book, a book called Twilight probably some horable chick book. Nothing seemed scanodlse, I looked threw her drawrs, just clothes. Everything was in place, it was almost like Clare had no flaws like the room was staged. I decided to check in one last place, under her bed. I got down on my knees and hoped all my looking woukd pay off. I laid down and put my hands under the bed and began moving them around after a couple seconds my hands hit something hard. I draged it out, it was a note book the cover was plain black. It seemed dark and mysterious so I opened it hoping that I had found something that would show the real Clare. On the first page the was one single word written veary neatly in the center of the page.
Gone
I turned the page and the story began.
It hit her like a brick. He was leaving her. He didn't want her. He walked her into the forest by her house just to say that he didn't love her that what they had was a fling. And matter what he said and no matter how many times her heart broke or how many sobs threatening to come out she would do anything for him. The love she felt for him was shattering just like what he was doing to her heart. He was breaking her heart into a billion unfixable peaces. But she couldn't find a bone in her heart to blame him. He was everything she could never be. He was a perfect and she was pathetic.
I understand things happen for a reason. So if you doing something that is good your given a reward, and if you do something bad your given a consequence. What did I do. Maybe that's not how it works maybe if you deserve happiness you get it but deserve it then some force of power swoops down and takes it from you. As I absently watched Brice talk to me. Oh god what is he saying, I turn my attention to him and listen to his sweet and sticky voice tell me that I wasn't "the one" that things between us weren't going anywere. How many times can he say the samething but in different words. He grins at me and then I get mad. How dare you huh we date for a year and a half and then you break up with me and grin. Mascara stained tears ran down her face. And she did the one thing that she said she would never do, run.
"Eli what are you doing with my note book" Clare came bargining in and snatched it out of my hands before I could try to hide it. "Blue eyes stop over reacting, I found it so I read it and it was good, did you write it?"