Hi guys! Sorry for the long break before this chapter! I've had exams and stuff, but here it is, Chapter Six. Enjoy :) This hasn't been Beta-ed due to the fact that i've made you guys wait long enough! So any grammatical faults or spelling mistakes are my own!
Summer had woken up with mascara streaked across her face and her pillow wet from the tears. She didn't understand why she was so scared to love Ryan.. He was a good guy. He'd never hurt her.
Not like her, she kept hurting him. Letting him down. And she knew it hurt him, but she couldn't help it; she was afraid. So as she sat up, wiping her puffy eyes with the back of her hand before hugging her knees to her chest, she knew she had a choice to make. It wouldn't be easy.. it never was. But she had to do it, to stop herself from hurting him ever again she'd have to hurt him one last time...
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Ryan hadn't slept much, the dark circles under his eyes making him appear gaunt. He looked over at his clock, 3 PM. Seth and Kirsten had tried to get him to come outside, get up .. but nothing worked. Getting up couldn't help him now.
He got up to stand at the window, watching as small droplets of rain fell. It never rained there but it seemed appropriate that the weather was in sync with his emotions. Though he didn't know exactly what kind of weather would be as terrible as he felt. Thunder was too loud, this was a quiet sadness... in fact rain was perfect. He stared out at the blank landscape, the only form of life being the flower delivery guy, going back and forth to his truck. Time passed... ten minutes.. half an hour.
A car pulled up and a small figure got out, ran to the mailbox and got back in before driving off. Ryan snapped out of his daze almost too late...
It was Summer. No two ways about it. He found himself opening the poolhouse door and running barefoot across the wet gravel, shivering in just a wifebeater and sweats. She was gone. Opening the mailbox, he tore open the letter. Summers handwriting. Rain caused the ink to run as he read it;
Dear Ryan,
I don't know what to say to you except that this has to stop. We've messed up everyones lives enough. I've messed up yours. I don't know why this is happeneing but i know we were just caught in the moment last night. I don't love you.
I'm leaving. Don't try and find me. It's better this way. With me gone i know things can go back to normal. Maybe someday we'll be perfect for eachother. Life is tearing us apart... Maybe one day something can bring us together. I don't know..
Don't call me, it's difficult enough.
Summer.
Ryan wasn't sure what it was that was causing the ink to run, his tears or the rain. All he knew was that he had to stop her, she'd only just left... he could catch her. She couldn't leave.
Ryan looked around, spotting the large flower truck and getting in the drivers seat. The keys were in the ignition. He sped out of the drive way ignoring the delivery guys shouts.
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Summer hadn't been driving long.. she'd gone the long way round though. She needed on last look at Newport. But she found herself nearing the crossroads next to the airport, where she'd have ended up no natter what way she went. And that was when she realised; she was at a crossroads. This path could mean never seeing Ryan again.. Giving up her dreams.. Giving up him.
She had to talk to him, she had to. Not to lie this time. She would tell the truth, the whole truth. She pressed the phone to her ear, trying to formulate the words in her head, but none would come. Sorry wasn't good enough, not this time. She couldn't sink into him, tell him he he was her best friend and her favourite. Not this time. The tone beeped monotonously, for what felt like a lifetime. She began to panic as the message machine kicked in.
"I'm sorry, i'm so sorry, it's not good enough, it can't be. Don't forgive me, i don't deserve it.. I just.. Oh god I do love you.. I love you and it's awful and .."
She swirved the car round the round about, somewhat wildly the phone slipping from her grip as she turned into the side road.
"Crap.." she said under her breath feeling around her feet for the small pink cellphone. "Come on, not now.." she looked down, her hand under her seat, she felt it, yes.
And then... Too fast. The car hit the truck without a screech of brakes, or a scream of fear. No warning.
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Ryan had gone the short way round, speeding through red lights and swerving out of the way of several cars, he was nearing the crossroads, coming in from the sideroad. He was driving so fast he knew it was fuelled by anger.. and love..
A love for her. He needed to talk to her. Then as though she'd heard his plea.. his phone rang. It was her.. he knew from the ring tone. He let go of the wheel and undid his seatbelt.. all he wanted was to talk to her. It stopped ringing.
Ryan hit the dashboard, hearing his knuckles break under his skin and the letter that he was still holding crunch in his fist... And then.. before he knew it was coming.. everything went dark.
The truck had collided with another car. And after the ear splitting crash, everything was silent.
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