She rolled over in bed once again that night, once again that week, once again that month. Haley James once again was a victim of insomnia. Since that dreaded day she normally would try to work hard and wear herself out during the day so once her head hit the pillow she would be out cold. That way she would not wallow in thoughts and upset emotions. But once again her plans didn't work. Most nights they didn't. She tried not to let people know she was only getting three to four hours of sleep a night. Most did not question it, because even though it had nearly been a year since the worst day of Haley's life, they all understood why the Haley they knew and loved might never return. Because since that day Haley James became a different person. She had been hurt, badly, and she had hurt someone as well. Once again her thoughts invaded her mind as she rolled over and tried to get comfortable in bed, but knowing she would never be comfortable in her bed alone again. Haley groaned as she sat up in bed, flicked on the lights, and grabbed her notebook that sat bedside for nights like this.
Nathan Scott ran down the court basketball in hand, sweat dripping off of him, dunking the ball for the umpinth time that night. He had more or less given up on sleep since that dreaded day when his world stopped, and gotten used to living on three hours of it. Instead of sleep he spent most nights working out in the gym. He was an ass, and he knew it. He had hurt the person who mattered the most to him in life, and abandoned her. He didn't bother with making relationships with people, or having friends besides his agent, brother, and sister in law. Because without her in his life, nothing mattered. Too bad he realized that before it was too late to go back.
He looked over at his phone that sat on the bench, contemplating, wondering. Should he? Would it make matters worse? It had been a long time, too long. But would hearing her voice sooth him to sleep, even if it was only for a second. That was his favorite sound in the world. It had replaced his previous, the sound of a basketball hitting the wooden floor. Because no matter how he had acted, she would always come above basketball in his heart.
The brown eyed girl ran her hand through her short brown hair. It was closer to her natural hair color, unlike the dirty blond color it was previously. She dyed it in an attempt to move on. A change. A new Haley. But she soon found out, appearance isn't everything, and it helped nothing. She placed down her pen and looked over at her phone. She missed him. She missed him every damn day. She realized that too late, she realized too late that her musical career was tied to him. Without him she had nothing. And that was how it was.
People blamed it all on him, saying he left first and she had only left to move on, and she did too at first. She was angry. But after calming down she realized it was all her fault. She pushed him to that point. She made him go over the edge. She caused that night to happen. It was all on her. But then she thought, and remembered. He left her.
He left her. He was angry about it every day since. But in retrospect. If she hadn't caused him to freak out on her would he have gone? No. She pushed him to the point to say things he could never take back. She pushed him to the point to walk out the door and leave everything he ever loved behind. She pushed him.
They were both angry at each other. In a way they both hated each other because of that night. But they loved each other with their whole heart. They would never be the same again. But if by some chance they ran into each other again, neither would admit it. They were both stubborn people. It had been too long.
"Hello?"