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C h a p t e r T w o

"Are you sure you don't want to sleepover tonight?" Alli Bandhari, my best friend, asked me while we stood in front of my house.

"Alli, no… Everything is okay. You have nothing to worry about." I reassured her, flashing her with a pathetic wanna-be smile.

She stared at me with her enormous eyes, not buying any word that escaped my mouth. No blinks, no doubts… She knew I was suffering.

Sav came walking towards us.

"Alli, we need to keep going! Dad is gonna…" He said, waving his arms, showing off his impatience.

"Hey! Don't you see what's going on? Jeez! Give me one more minute!" It was obvious they were about to start a typical Bandhari argument, so I had to step in.

"No, it's fine." I started, but a sob came out of my throat, bringing myself down. Great. "Sav, take her."

Sav signaled Alli to the truck, she walked towards it, not hiding her pout. Sav stood there, staring at me. Suddenly, he took my hand and placed something in it.

"Just in case you feel like sneaking out. Now you have somewhere to crash." I smirked; they were always so nice to me… Then it hit me, no more smirks.

The trucks horn echoed around us. Mental note: apologize to the neighbors tomorrow morning.

"You're. Stealing. MY. LINES!" Alli shouted in between loud horns. I giggled and entered my house, without looking back.

My mom greeted me as soon as she heard the door closing. How cool.

"Hello Clare, how was your dance?" Faking interest again, Mom? You could've at least looked at me instead of the TV. Not reply worthy.

"Some woman called looking for you. She claimed her name was Cece…" She added when I was half way to my room.

My eyes widened. My heart stopped and I clearly felt how my stomach flipped aggressively.

"C-Cece?" I asked, in disbelief.

"Quite a name, huh? She told me to tell you Hi, and to call back, whenever you got the chance."

I stood there for almost two minutes, not knowing what to say, or even think. My mother didn't notice the hesitation, of course, she is just there, playing a part, or decorating the house… Just like another piece of furniture. Never caring.

I closed my eyes tightly and walked to my room as fast as I could. I shut the door fiercely. I sat on my bed, staring at my bare feet, but something on my nightstand caught my attention… I knew it wasn't safe to look at it, I knew it was going to hurt, but I was stupid enough, as to grab it and stare at it for quite a long time.

It was a photo, of us… Of us, resting on a hammock. We looked so in peace, so meant to be, so happy. We were made for this love.

I remember that night perfectly, how could I forget? I sighed in defeat, acknowledging my eternal weakness… I can't forget.

It took me ages to perform my nightly routine… I felt so numb, it's impossible to describe.

I couldn't believe it…. It was impossible for me to take in everything that happened, it's just, so much… Why is it so hard to be with him? Is this, still, a part of His plan? Because I have to admit, it does really sucks.

An hour passed, I still wasn't able to sleep… Staring at the ceiling, listening to music, reading a random book, all of that in vain. All of that remembered me of the events occurred, consequently, I started questioning myself.

Did I make the right choice? Am I going to be able to move on? Was it worth it, breaking the promise? Will he hate me? What are Bullfrog and Cece going to think of me?

You care too much about what people think … Maybe.

I was mentally tired; more like exhausted, but every time I closed my eyes, memories of us flashed, his face resembling the pain of tonight… The pain that I caused.

If the color in your eyes fades to grey… The moment I saw the pain taking over his eyes, the green turning into black, the fading luster… I knew I was going to need a lot of will to make it through. It has to be enough.

I guess I'll have to deal with the nightmares, for the rest of the night… Or maybe even longer.

A single tear escaped my eye; a single, fugitive, tear, the one I fought desperately to keep inside, the tear that I didn't want anyone to notice at the dance, the tear that was about to show in front of Alli, the tear that almost fell when my mother told me Cece called… The tear that represented all of my feelings, was finally out of my system, and I counldn't do anything else but let it travel down my cheek.

I knew I couldn't fight my feelings, it was effortless, a lost battle… But if there is one thing I'm positive about is, I have to let him go, for good, for our sake.

Goodbye, Elijah.