Its no longer R, but back to its original Pg-13
Its almost coming to an end folks, I'm thinking of 2 more chapters at the least, 3 at the most.
Thanx for your lovely comments
-J3n
Rorys Pov
I ran home that night with a smile on my face, I couldn't have been more happy. Sadly I had taken off not wanting that moment to be spoiled with explanations and questions of these past days. I wrote a short but heartfelt letter to him and all I could hope for was that he would understand.
Dear Tristan,
You were my first in a lot of ways and I hope you know that. That saying "All good things comes to an end." is true. Tristan, no one ever made me feel the way you do, and if it were a different time and place, id say we could have last, maybe even grow old together. But there are too many wounds present, and I know you know that. It hurts not being together, but it hurts more being together. Lets end it here before the wounds get too deep, before we would end up hating each other. Id hate to see you one of these days and have one of those artificial conversations with you, because you know...the banters will always be ours. Don't be a stranger.
Forever yours,
Mary.
I gave him that letter the next day. He read it and gave me the most emotion felt hug I had ever had, the longest one too. Of course I cried, and if I'm not mistaken he did also. He ran a hand through his blonde tousled hair and said there was something in his eyes. I could only laugh.
He'd called me somedays talking about his latest argument with his parents and I would inform him the latest Taylor fiasco. He'd call me up sometimes, just listening to each others breaths. Id see him in school and he would give me the smile, the smile that I only knew, the smile he only gave to me. We'd go out...as friends of course. He would spend nights at my house watching Willy Wonka and whatever my mom had insisted we watch that day. He'd sometimes lay on my shoulder, not knowing of course. I sometimes found myself sniffing in his scent, fighting the urges to wrap my arms around him, to give him a kiss on his forehead. I found myself a lot of times regretting breaking it off.
I hadn't seen him with a girl for a few weeks but then he casually started dating. He even found this one girl he would talk about on end, Cristy. Of course I was jealous, the fact that I still loved him was oblivious to him. Now It was rarely he would ever come over blaming it on his girlfriend, family etc. The phone calls had stopped eventually. In school he rarely acknowledged me. If he did, I was the one who would come up to him first. The thing I hated most was the way he acted towards me, he acted as if I was some girl he'd known. Wed even stop the banters and have one of those artificial conversations that I had disliked with the "hows school" and "that test was hard." He'd even replaced his smile, the one he'd only put on for me with the his all to famous smirk.
But what had brought me to tears every night was the fact that he'd stop calling me Mary. With such a small word there was so much meaning.
I guess it was good he stopped being friends with me, it was much easier to move on.
But till this day, 1 week before graduation, he still owned my heart, sadly I gave his heart back a long time ago and he had accepted it with open arms.
Hmm...
Sad I know...but dont worry!
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-J3n
