-Note- Yay, new chapter! Okay, some things have been brought to my attention that I've been a bit careless with. Yes, in the movie they parted ways on new years day, and in the first chapter, I said it was summer. My mistake. But we'll just pretend that it is summer, okay? Makes it easier. :D -/End note-
"Katey? Katey, is that you?"
Katey heard the call from behind her once again. She didn't want to turn around. She couldn't face Javier now, not after she'd just seen him sucking face with some Cuban girl. She quickened her pace, pretending not to hear Javier calling out from down the street. She turned the corner, onto the next street and walked over towards a building. Leaning against the wall, she let the tears roll off her cheeks and hit the ground. How could he have moved on so easily? She thought what they had was really special. She felt her legs going numb, so she slid down the wall until her bottom hit the ground with a little bump. Wrapping her arms around her legs, she let her face fall to her knees as she continued to cry. She'd never been this hurt in her life before, and didn't know how to deal with it. So she sat there, and she cried, hoping with each fallen tear the pain would subside just a little bit. But it didn't. The scene of Javier kissing someone else was so vividly burned in her mind, that she could almost play it over again like a movie.
She sat there for a minute or two, just sobbing into her knees when she heard a voice from above her. "Katey…it really is you." She looked up to find Javier standing over her. The tears were still pouring out of her eyes, as if they were a leaky faucet that would never stop dripping, so she quickly wiped them away. She didn't want Javier to see her like this. She didn't want to see Javier at all. "Go away." She mumbled, but Javier wouldn't budge. He held a hand out to her, obviously trying to get her to stand up and talk to him. She willed herself to speak. "I don't want your help. I don't want to talk to you at all, please just leave me alone." She heard Javier sigh before squatting down so he was at her level. "Katey, if you don't want to talk to me, that's fine. But at least let me walk you home, you'll never find your way by yourself. It's not safe for you to be alone at this time of night. I do care about your safety, after all." Hearing his strong Cuban accent drove her insane. He always had this way of just making her melt, whether she wanted to or not. She looked over at him, meeting his eyes. They were filled with sincerity. She wanted him to walk her home; she didn't want to have to find her way alone. Especially when she was scared, hurt and in a foreign country. She nodded slightly. "Fine."
Javier stood up and offered his hand to her again, but she didn't take it. She put her hands against the wall to help push her up. She didn't want, nor need his help. They started walking, quite far apart at first, but gradually they moved closer and closer together. They had only been walking for a few minutes, but to Katey it felt like an eternity. She was walking with a man she loved, and she wasn't sure if he still loved her. She tried time and time again to say something, but her tongue seemed to be glued to the top of her mouth. So she just continued to walk in silence.
After what seemed like forever to the both of them, they reached where Katey was staying. She looked at Javier. "I guess this is where I leave you." He spoke gently, clearly trying to keep himself together. Katey nodded. She began to walk up the path to the front entrance, she could hear Javier walking in the other direction. Then without even thinking about it, she turned around. "Why didn't you write me? Why didn't you reply to my letters? I wrote you so many, and not a single reply. I thought about you every minute since I left, and now I see you again, the love of my life, after so very long, and you're with someone else. Did you even care about me at all? Or was I just a notch in your belt?" She screamed loudly. All these emotions were rushing through her at once, anger, fear, sadness, and love. She couldn't control it. How could one man affect her this much?
Javier stopped in his tracks and turned around. His face was very solemn, but he looked hurt. "Katey, I..I'm so sorry." He looked as though he was about to break down. He buried his head in his hands. Katey looked at him disdainfully; she couldn't comprehend why he was so upset. He had moved on, gotten on with his life, forgotten about her. He finally looked up and met her eyes. "I thought about you every minute since you left to, I just…it hurt so much." He whimpered a bit, willing himself to be strong. Katey was taken aback, it just made no sense to her. "Then why didn't you reply to my letters? Why didn't you call me? Why did you just shut me out of your life?" He glanced at the ground then back at her again. Slowly he walked towards her and grabbed her hand. Katey's first instinct was to pull it away, but she didn't. He looked up into her eyes. "I wanted to write you, I wanted to keep in touch, but it pained me so much. Every time I received a letter from you it felt like a knife was stabbing me in the chest. I loved you so much, and I still do. But I thought we'd never see each other again, and it tore at my very soul to think the girl I wanted to spend forever with was only a memory." He stopped his explanation to take a long breath, before continuing. "I'm sorry Katey. I know what I did was wrong. I hope someday you can forgive me."
He turned to walk away, Katey could see this conversation was tearing him apart. He turned around once more. "If you ever want to speak to me again, you know where to find me." Then he turned and walked away. Katey watched him walking until he was no longer in sight. He'd just walked out of her life, just as quickly as he'd walked back into it. Eventually, she went inside and walked up to her apartment. She changed into her nightgown and lay down in bed. She tried to fall asleep, but no matter what she did, she couldn't doze off. She knew she needed to see Javier again, but at the same time she didn't want to. She tossed and turned for several hours before she'd made up her mind. She'd go and see him sometime later this week. After the pain had died down a little bit.