A/N: So, as usual, I have an excuse for not updating, but I think this time it's pretty legitimate. I'm on vacation right now and I wrote on this chapter for two days at the beginning of the week and then I got in a pretty serious car accident. (I'm okay, just some bruises! Thank God.) So I finished writing this today and I hope you like it even though it's kinda crappy. There's only three chapters left, two of which I already have pre-written but I'll have to touch up some.
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"So... It was all just a dream?" My dad asks me with wide eyes.
I've been telling him about my crazy dream for about an hour now. I'm sitting across from him at the kitchen table, and I brought Austin with me not only for moral support, but so that my father wouldn't think I was crazy or something.
"Yeah." I answer him as I sigh tiredly and look over at Austin. He shoots me an encouraging smile, and I'm able to smile back.
"So let me get this straight," Dad says, "you left your college, tracked down this guy, went back to college, broke up with your boyfriend, and then transferred colleges all because of a dream?" I can't tell whether he's upset about this or not... He's kind of hard to read.
I shrug meekly. "Dad, if you had experienced it for yourself, you would understand how real it all seemed. I know that I'm where I'm meant to be now."
He gives me a bit of a flustered look before Austin cautiously speaks up. "Sir, I had a small portion of this dream as well, and I can promise you that it's unreal. It's so unreal that it seems real, if that makes sense..."
"It doesn't," Dad sighs, "but there's nothing that can be done now. If you're happy, I'm happy."
I smile, knowing that he means it. I can understand how hard it would be for someone on the outside looking in for mine and Austin's relationship to make sense. It all happened so quickly and confusingly, but everything seems so right now. The world is just a brighter place now that I've made these changes, and I never realized just how unhappy I truly was before I found Austin. I loved Elliot, but he wasn't right for me. He was far away all the time and our relationship was an ongoing cycle that just wasn't exciting anymore. Everything with Austin is different, and even though my original plan was to make him change, somehow he ended up changing me while changing himself at the same time. I wouldn't have it any other way.
His hand finds mine under the kitchen table, and he laces his fingers through mine. I smile over at him, and he does the same. I'm glad to call this cliché love story my own. I know that there's other problems to deal with, but right now I just want to enjoy the life that is now mine. It's not a glamorous one, but it's perfect.
But, of course, life won't let me forget about the other problems just yet.
As Austin and I leave and are driving down the road, fingers still intertwined, he looks over at me with a smirk. "So, you told me that your dream ended with us breaking up... You know I won't ever let that happen, but you never did tell me what it was that broke us up."
I keep my eyes on the road ahead, silently panicking. He can't know. He can't... I just don't know how to get myself out of this one, and I know if I don't tell him now it'll slip sometime in the future, so maybe I should just let him know. I'm just afraid how he'll take it, because quite honestly if that were me I wouldn't want to know, but I don't think before I speak and I just know that he'll find out somehow even though I haven't told anyone else yet. I just need to get it over with and off of my conscience, and I know it's probably eating him alive as well that I won't tell him.
I bite my lip nervously. "I know you're not going to like hearing this, and it still gets me shaken every time I think about it, but we didn't really have a choice in splitting up..."
He crinkles his forehead in confusion. "I don't understand. Why would we not have had a choice?"
"Because you died." I know I probably should've been a little easier about how I told him right away, because he nearly swerves off the road, causing me to grab the side of my door and gasp for breath. His face is white and unreadable and I'm starting to second guess my decision to tell him the truth. I think he's starting to second guess asking as well.
"How?" He says after a moment.
"I think I should spare you the details," I insist, "if I tell you, you'll be paranoid for the rest of your life and I don't want that to happen." This is the least I could do for him. I wouldn't want to know, but I can tell by the way he scowls that he's going to be difficult about it.
"Ally-" He demands, but I interrupt him.
"No," I say, "I can't tell you. I'm sorry." He intakes a sharp breath before letting out a heavy breath and nodding weakly. I lay my head on the side of the cool window and try to ignore the way the vibrations feel against my head. Part of me is glad I got it off my chest, but the other part of me hates myself for it.
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