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Kendall's POV

It's amazing how things can go from heaven to hell in a matter of moments. Today marks the third day since James has spoken to me and I leave in a few hours.

Ever since the phone call I haven't been myself, I'm depressed. I haven't left my hotel room at all and I've barely showered. I honestly don't care at all. I've locked my doors, no one can get in, mom and Katie are really worried. But again, I don't care.

I keep thinking about what I assume is the last words James will ever say to me. Mistake. We're over. I was a mistake. A question wrong in school is a mistake, people should never be a mistake. When those words came through the phone I couldn't say anything, they burned through my skin and into my brain. The quiet dial tone after that woke my mind up. There was then a hollow empty hole in my chest. The words I spoke to him not a day ago, it's perfect, I love you. Did it just mean nothing to him? It sure meant something to me. It meant everything to me.

When I hung up the phone, mom and Katie were staring at me concerned. They must have seen my face drop from a joyful grin to a massive frown in a matter of seconds. I barely remember what I said to them, I was choking back tears, a huge lump in my sandpaper dry throat. I think it went somewhere along the lines of, "I don't feel very well...heading back to the hotel." And I left without a trace.

I'm surprised I made it back to the hotel, I was stumbling around, weak kneed and blurry minded. I couldn't see where I was going all that well, my vision was masked by tears, but before I knew it I was in my room on the edge of the bed., the bed James and I shared. My sleeves were soaked with my tears and I was gasping for air. I cried that whole night.

The last few days haven't been any better. I've tried calling James and texting him asking what had happened. I needed an explanation. No response. Nothing.

Today was definitely the hardest day since. I'm packing up my things and preparing to leave. I can't help but shed tears as I put my things inside the suitcase, since James hasn't seen me recently I doubt he will before I leave. This breaks my heart to think about, but it's all I can wrap my mind around at the moment.

I'm halfway done packing when I hear across the room a buzz. My phone. I leap across my bed and grab it off the table, oh my god, it's James I just know it. That's all that I'm thinking. I look at the text message and I lose my possible happiness when I see it's just Carlos. "Looking forward to seeing you buddy! Hope you had fun on your trip!" I get saddened and that last part. I was having fun.

I'm actually worried to go home, I'll have to mask my emotions. I won't be able to talk about James with Carlos and Logan, they want understand at all. They didn't even know I liked him in the first place.

I finish packing minutes before the time we are leaving to go to the airport. I head to the bathroom one last time and as I wash my hands I look at myself in the mirror for the first time in days. My hair is greasy and sticking out from my head at every angle. My eyes are red and the lids are heavy. There are dark bags under them. My whole face is red and a little puffy from all the crying. I grimace at my appearance and look away in disgust. I can't even look at myself. How can I love something that James couldn't love?

I rinse my face with cold water in attempt to disguise everything, but nothing is really affected. I sigh and step back into my room. A knock on my door occurs and it's my mom, "Honey, are you ready to go."

"Yeah," I reply as I open the door and look back into the room for the last time. The room that holds the best moment of my life.

During the taxi ride I stare straight ahead, but out of the corner of my eye I see Katie continuously glancing at me with pain in her eyes. After multiple times I look back at her sadly. She puts her hand on mine and gives a small sympathetic smile and mouths, "It will be okay." My eyes well up with tears and look down at my lap. I highly doubt it will. Katie takes her hand off mine and looks away. She doesn't look at me for the rest of the ride.

I step into the airport and as I'm walking I think that if life was a movie, James would come running into the airport and we would kiss. Happy music would play and the end credits would roll. Happily ever after. But life is no movie, it's as far away from being a perfect movie as can be.

Mom, Katie, and I board the plane, I claimed the window seat because I like looking out the window. I glance out into the sunshine and clear sky thinking about how my mood is completely different. My world is gloomy and unclear with so many questions that I'll probably never know the answer to.

The seatbelt warning light comes on and the plane starts rolling down the runway. I catch my breath and the plane thrusts upwards. I look out the window, in my mind thinking how any chance I had left to connect with James again is now gone. I look down at my lap, a tear falling from my eye I whisper to myself,"Goodbye James."

Aw poor Kendall :( Yes there will be more chapters don't worry :) I would not end a story like this! Please review!