He got in his car and drove, not completely aware of what he was doing. Before he knew it, he was at Raintree. Haven't seen this place in a while, he thought. He stopped his car and sat there for a few moments, looking around. He hadn't been there in 8 years, yet it hadn't changed as much as he would have thought. Everything was much the same, except for the fact that the trailer was gone.
He'd heard she'd moved in with them. He'd heard she was their new family. Everything had changed. He'd missed so much, too much. Made too many mistakes. He pulled in and parked his car, getting out and walking up to the door. He stood there for a moment, watching their nice little family dinner. She was missing, however. He wondered if she'd left. Or maybe, even though the thought sickened him, she'd gone out on a date.
He hadn't moved on, couldn't move on. The way he felt about her was too strong. It was something he would never get over. He believed he was destined to be a loner, forever unfortunately. Maybe she'd moved in the last few years.
Ever since the fallout, everything had gone astray. He'd left without telling anyone. The hurt was too bad. Too bad for him to handle. Seeing her, seeing her happy without him, just made it so much worse. He was sad, and he couldn't move past this rut he was in. Eight years. Eight long years he had been in the same place.
He moved quickly as he saw someone come to the door. He fell back into the shadows, making sure not to be seen. He was sure he'd hurt her. He'd done the exact thing he had never wanted to do. Hurt her and left her, making her feel much like he did now. Cold and alone, like a stray dog.
Too much time had passed. He couldn't apologize, it wouldn't be enough. Nothing he ever did would be enough. He'd wrecked everything. Everything he thought would work out didn't. Every possible thing went wrong. He had hurt her and himself. God, he'd hurt himself more than ever. He was in a self-destructive pattern. First, shutting her out and leaving everyone, now refusing to move on. It was a miracle he was still alive. He should have died from a broken heart.
He skulked back to his car, dragging his feet. He had been seeing a therapist, but stopped recently. Maybe I should go back, he thought. It might help. He sat back down in the seat of his car and stared into space, thinking of life. Of his life. He distraught state of being. His once beautiful life, ruined by him and only him. He put his head down on the staring wheel and cried.
He hadn't cried since he had been forced to leave. But now, these tears, ones that had been held in for eight years and counting, streamed freely, making him feel lighter. He felt as if he could move on, even if that feeling left as soon as it had come. He continued to cry, hurting, hurting, inside and outside. The hurt became too much for him to handle sitting still, so he drove off into the sunset, leaving behind everything he had ever wished for. Leaving behind his love, his life. Leaving behind his soul.
A/N: I KNOW DEPRESSING! Ok, I wanna see what you guys think. Who is it I wonder? Honestly I kind of bounced back and forth a little. I wonder who will guess correctly... I know who it is... and it may not be who you think it is... ;). Anyway, please guess. I was feeling depressed, that's why the sudden change in story lines. I think it something new and different. And I liked it. I kinda just spit it out... lol.