Road to Nowhere

By DoYouCareEnough

"Our problems seem so small

But they grow on us like gravity

And gravity makes us fall."

-Relient k,

"The Only Thing Worse Than Beating a Dead Horse is Betting On One"

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Prologue

Too Easy

The sky was nearly pitch black though it was only noon. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and the rain poured in big, fat droplets, bouncing off the pavement. I saw lightning flash across the sky, and what seemed like the entire world lit up. My suede boots thunked on the sidewalk, and I quickened my pace.

It was like I couldn't get there fast enough. The streets loomed on contemptuously in front of me, and I swear they were getting longer as I continued on. Maybe I would never be able to get off this street.

My mind was just stuck on everything. My brain was a complete mess of memories, regrets, worries, and desperate desires to fix things.

I needed him.

God, how I needed him.

I quickened my pace once again, until I was in a full-out sprint. I slid on an icy part of the sidewalk, and swallowed a scream while grabbing onto a light pole, re-gaining my balance.

Finally I found it.

Truncheon Books.

I walked inside, trying to catch my breath, and found Jess by a painting. It was an abstract thing, with tons of bright colors and odd shapes all melding together so amorphous yet so graceful as well.

"Jess." I say, and he turns around. When he recognizes who I am, his eyes pop open.

"Rory. What are- What are you doing here?" He stammers, looking more than just a little confused. I take a deep breath, push a strand of hair out my eyes, and start talking.

"I am so, so sorry. Everything you said was right. Logan- he's a jerk. I needed to fix things, and I didn't fix my relationship with him. I was a jerk to you, also. And I'm so sorry. But, Jess. I'm not going to hurt you again. Please take me back, please." I inhale then exhale sharply, my heart racing a million miles a minute.

Jess just looks at me carefully for a few long moments.

"Okay." He says, looking very, very sure of himself.

"That was easy. Too easy. Aren't you going to question me? Ask if I'm serious?" He shakes his head. "Wow."

He smiles. "Yeah. Wow."

Jess takes a step forward, and kisses me. Long and full of longing, the kiss was better than any other kiss I've ever had before.

We break away, and I never look back.

Read and review. Constructive critism so much more than welcome. If there's a good response, I'll continue. If not, I suppose I'll just write it for my own enjoyment. (Tear, tear.)

Peace out!