Hello :P It is Wednesday and I am back with a new chapter! This one I wrote a little while ago and even though I've written about her before and have a good idea about her character, this is the first proper time I am uploading about Justin's girlfriend when he was a teenager, Eleanor. I think you know by now how or why that relationship comes to an end but this explores a moment right in the middle of it, when El has ideas about what her boyfriend is battling with but he's still not certain or "brave" enough to say. I hope you enjoy this story. It gets lighter as it goes on :3
Ages:
Justin (Past): 17
Eleanor (Past): 16
Justin (Present): 18
Disclaimer: I own the story and the OCs mentioned. Also a little heads up, I don't personally feel that this story discusses sexuality with too much heaviness but Justin is struggling to come to terms with his. So if that's something upsetting for you then perhaps avoid this one!
The breeze that was oddly chilly for the end of August brushed past and tickled my cheeks and in that single, haunting second, I saw everything. I saw a scene that was equally as chilling and spine tingling as the rustling of leaves and I understood more of what had once gone on. And I was ever so slightly shown down the path of why things had turned out the way they did. The coldness in my throat, I turned to look at the deep purple haired male. I swallowed. I realised how it went down from him. And why he still couldn't quite let go.
The two teenagers were not talking to each other. I could tell that the world outside of the room that they were in was far different from the one that I had found myself sitting in. Though it was nearing towards the end of the day, it was Spring time and a delicate light could be seen begging to be invited into the room where Justin and El were silent. But it wasn't welcome.
Nevertheless, it tried. The last hours of light pressed up against the tightly shut blinds and tried to get in, only managing to send flecks into the sparse corners of where there were gaps. There were no lights lit. There were no sounds. There were no words. There were no words coming from the two teenagers. A sigh then happened. A swallow then followed. But nothing more. Justin and El weren't talking to each other. And that was becoming more and more of a common thing as they tried to navigate their way through their relationship.
Despite the fact that it had been the brown haired female of the two to sigh and swallow moments before, it was then the deep purple haired male's turn to make some noises. He stopped leaning against his own bed and with his legs awkwardly bent and sat up – his legs still remaining uncomfortably folded half under him.
Justin reached as silently as he could for his guitar that was in its case next to his bed and he finally untucked his limbs, placing the curve of his guitar right on his thigh. Before any murmurs or whispers or refusals to speak also came from that instrument, El let out a sigh herself. She continued staring out the window even though the view was blocked off from the tightly shut blinds as well as the lights. She pushed a longer part of her short hair from her eyes and her shoulders drooped. The deep purple haired male tried not to notice. But of course he did.
The long haired male's eyelashes flickered in the subtlest way as his fingers moved to the strings of his guitar and he stroked them as if he was offering some form of comfort to his girlfriend. But she didn't relax because needless to say, he was not touching her.
A sound came from the guitar. It was almost a groan. Justin had to coax it to make more pleasant sounds. El was forced to shut her eyes and tilt her head away from her boyfriend when a melancholy and slow-paced tune started to fill the room.
And though the brown haired teenaged girl shut her eyes tight and tried to turn away, as Justin kept his eyes to him and his guitar only, Eleanor found all of the words she wanted to say catching in her throat before lurching onto her tongue, desperate to escape. She tried to hold her tongue. She tried to inhale and swallow them back. But they needed to be said. They deserved to be said. She opened her eyes and she uttered. She broke the silence at last between her and her boyfriend.
"Why does it always have to be this way, Justin? Why does it end up like this?" El began and though Justin's eyelashes twitched as if they longed for the rest of his being to shake his head and continue playing, they and the rest of him had enough respect to not completely ignore his girlfriend. Justin's plucking of strings came to a halt. He looked up. He didn't know where to look but he still listened. Forcing her eyes to open, El's neck began to crane towards the deep purple haired male as she continued – or rather – she repeated. "Why does it always have to be this way?"
The deep purple haired teenager let out an exhalation of breath and his eyes finally figured out where to focus. He looked down at his long legs and the skinny jeans that they were tucked into. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to say to that. Well, he did. But he didn't think it was a very good idea for him to point out that he wasn't going to fill the air with words if he thought they were pointless.
Wordlessly, he took his fedora off from the top of his head and traced his fingers along his own, straight middle parting. He appeared more vulnerable when his signature head-gear was no longer hugging the top of his head. Yet to contrast this he finally looked his eyes on where El was looking back at him. And it was the exact same moment that their eyes reached out to one and other that the brown haired girl continued once more.
"Does it always have to be this way?" Eleanor changed her words to ask her deep purple haired boyfriend and it was this paired with the silently helpless look from the girl that he loved that snapped Justin into action – albeit very quietly. Despite his hushed-ness, he spoke quickly and moved in the same fashion.
"No, no it doesn't." he answered and he found it natural to put his guitar on the bed as he got up off from it himself and he scooted towards the foot of the bed so he could be nearer to his girlfriend. Justin's eyes continued reaching out to her in a flickering sort of way and his fingers did too even though they made no actual contact. He breathed out. He shook his head. His hands clasped each other. But he continued. "I'm… I'm sorry, El. I don't mean for it to be like this for you… I don't mean to have so many… To have so many…"
Justin started bravely and courageously for his character that surprisingly found it difficult to articulate his feelings within conversation but then he trailed off when he couldn't find the right words. El's shoulders slumped all over and her head craned back away from her boyfriend. Her eyes fluttered shut all over again.
The deep purple haired male didn't mean to have so many… Problems? Questions? Confusions? Doubts? There were many words that could have finished his sentence for him and all of them would have worked yet in the same breath none of them would have. Justin could almost sense his girlfriend wincing as lots of conclusive words for him filled her mind and her fingers began to clench tighter the more that they filled her mind.
The long haired male's gaze dropped all over and he sighed. The words "I'm sorry" could be read on his lips but they could not be heard. He did not look at her. He did not look at the girl that he loved. He could not. He prided himself on being an easy-going fellow who was enjoyable to be around and put people at ease. But he couldn't help but feel that the further that they got into their relationship, the more that he was himself the more that he displeased Eleanor.
So that was why he often grew silent with her. That was why they were often silent with each other. Of course, it was other things as well. It was another thing for Justin. And El was soon going to start her journey of being lead to a final conclusion.
"It's always going to be this way, isn't it, Justin?" the brown haired teenaged girl tried to start again and she managed to look at her boyfriend once more, pushing the long asymmetrical part of her hair out of her eyes. She let out a noise that could be a scoff or a falter and Justin couldn't quite tell which it was. To tell you the truth, he was afraid of both of them. Deep in his heart he knew that it was a falter. And that made him feel even worse. El shakily ran a hand through her hair as she added. She shook her own head. "'I love you, but…' That's what you always say. It's always 'I love you, but'…"
Justin shook his own head. Though of course, his actions were not in the calmly exasperated manner that El's shake of her head was laced with. The deep purple haired teenager appeared to be shaking away her oncoming words and he tensed. He relaxed ever so slightly when the shaking of his own head caused his hair to unravel and cover his ears. He had a bit of a protection. But it wasn't enough. Eleanor at last turned her whole body to face him. Her moving fingers began to clench.
"'I love you but I need to do this gig. I love you but we've got all of the time in the world. I love you but I really need to write this song right now. I know I love you but I don't know what else that I'm feeling.'" The brown haired teenage girl quoted back to Justin the sentences that he often said and with each one his clasped hands buried further into his lap. Yet despite this he still managed to look at her with dilating yet unmoving eyes. El paused before she got to what she really wanted to say. Her voice grew hoarse as it at last was on the tip of her tongue. "And then of course is the one that you don't have the nerve to say but we both can painfully see it coming… "'I love you, El, but…'"
And then that time even Eleanor couldn't say the words that she was proving that Justin never said for the deep purple haired boyfriend put a stop to it. And he put a stop to it in the most feeble and weak-hearted way.
"J-Just please don't…" Justin croaked out as emotions finally got the better of him and he managed to sit up off his own bed, his hands once more reaching out to his girlfriend but not making any physical contact at all. He swallowed loudly as if that was him begging Eleanor not to go any further. But he had to ask her with words to make sure that she didn't say him. His usually assertive yet gentle teal and green hued orbs were almost pleading. "Please don't say it…"
El scoffed when she heard this. She didn't mean to but she did it anyway and her hands moved from rubbing her forehead with all of her fingers before using them to massage the sides of her nose in silent desperation. She heard the desperation in her boyfriend's voice and it caused her to feel very sick indeed. But nevertheless she had had words itching at her throat for a very long time and they decided to come out whether she liked it or not. It was like they were trying to show Justin a thing or two. Eleanor sniffed.
"And then when you finally say those words, there will be no more I love you's… There will be none at all…" the brown haired teenage girl found herself whispering and with that she had to half sit and lean against the window sill, hiding her face with her boyfriend with her hand. She didn't cry but she felt it all in her heart and throat.
The confusion. The knowing. The wish that Justin would at least say it. The hope that he never would at all. And the longing. The longing for them to feel all the things that they felt at the beginning of their relationship and the longevity of continuing to make it work.
For Eleanor in that moment – none of these wishes came true. But something else happened. Seeing his girlfriend weak at the knees and cowering away from him made Justin understand that he had to at least take a bit of a stand and find his voice in all of this.
The deep purple haired male didn't physically stand as he decided to go down on his knees but his other actions and words were adamant enough. Though he swallowed, he moved forward and knelt down in front of El as she half sat and half leaned, carefully reaching out and touching her on both of the knees. That gesture in itself caused the brown haired teenage girl to hiccup quietly and reveal her face a bit. But it was the rest of Justin's words that did this properly.
"Those words will never stop coming out of my mouth because they will always be true, El…" Justin spoke in a withdrawn voice but they were certain nonetheless and he breathed out, looking up at his girlfriend with wide and innocent eyes. His eyes were tired – he was tired of dealing with so many conflicting emotions within himself yet alone when it came to their relationship. But he wasn't tired of her. They had been through so much together and he didn't just turn his back on people that easily. The deep purple haired male's hands pressed further against her knees. "No matter what happens, those words will always be honest…"
Eleanor couldn't stop the gentle flicker of hope happening on her eyelashes as she heard these words. She could be a confusing and misunderstood person to many because like Justin but in completely different ways – she wasn't always the most comfortable with expressions of vulnerability in emotion.
But as she had grown to love Justin she had grown to learn that among being many other things the deep purple haired male was also as honest as they came. He didn't lie and hardly ever said a word of a lie. So when she heard these words coming from her long haired boyfriend she couldn't help but believe them.
Slowly and gingerly but just purely out of the innocent uncertainty of it all, she reached out and touched the side of Justin's jaw as he continued kneeling in front of her. And she told him.
"Me too with you… But that 'I love you, but' is going to come, Justin…" Eleanor started and with her hand moving up to his cheek, Justin started to wince. Justin started to wince as he didn't have the heart to tell his girlfriend not to say those words to him all over again so he prepared to shut them away instead. He knew that they were coming and he knew that he was right. El's touched dropped at the same time that she finally said them. "It's going to be 'I love you but I'm not sure if I like girls or I like boys' and then what are we going to do, Justin…? What are we going to do?"
Eleanor said his name slowly each and every time that she addressed it as if it was rare to be difficult to say the name of the person she loved the most. And that time that she said his name paired with her finally saying the words that she had started to catch onto, Justin's eyes squeezed tightly shut. His cheeks did not flush after they had had the touch of his girlfriend but they burned. They burned hot. The inside of his throat felt similarly and his palms grew very clammy indeed.
Needless to say his hands were no longer on El's knees. They had slipped back against his own lap and they were clenching. But despite all of this and all of these anxious and overwhelming and adrenaline-pumping emotions – Justin then did something that surprised even himself. He managed to look at his girlfriend.
The deep purple haired male managed to look over at Eleanor, his eyes twitching and trembling but focusing on her face nonetheless. And perhaps it was because he was looking at her rather than far off in thought about a song or a performance or a situation – it caused the brown haired girl to swallow in a rather rough way. And Justin surprised himself further by standing up on shaky legs. He didn't think about the words that he went on to say before saying them so he at the very least knew that they were genuine.
"E…E…Even if that was true…" the deep purple haired teenager started in a whisper and it caused Eleanor to roll her eyes slightly before wiping them quickly as he still didn't admit to anything. Justin was certain to be hurt and put off but he continued nevertheless. His chin jutted out a little bit. He still spoke in his teenager withdrawn tone. "Even if that was true… I like you, El. I love you… And I like you, El. I like you. And I don't want to throw this away… I don't want to give up… I want to keep going with this. El… I want you."
Reaffirmation of their relationship was something that Eleanor longed for. Granted she got it all the time in the numerous songs about their relationship and the way she was always asked to be present when he was writing and was invited to gigs and the way he was patient with her and loving and friendly towards her parents too. But it was there in that moment that she got it in the way that she wanted and the way that she received it best.
Yet somehow even though she was getting what she hoped for – it still wasn't what she wanted. It was still second best. But she couldn't push away Justin's efforts. Breathing out, Eleanor stopped emotionally slouching against the window sill and she stood back in front of it once more, that time reaching to pull on the blind string to reveal the world outside once again.
Justin's eyes winced all the more and that time it was from the light creeping in at last. His eyes darted to the floor. Eleanor's didn't. She looked at the world outside and the garden outside her boyfriend's bedroom as she sighed. She shook her head and said more of her thoughts.
"I… I want you and I want all of that to be true… But I want you to be honest most of all…" Eleanor started and the deep purple haired male went back down onto his knees all over again. Moving backwards and sitting on the bed felt too far off. It felt natural to be down at the floor. He crouched and he looked up at his girlfriend. He swallowed as he listened. Her eyes remained focused on everything but him but her words were as clear as day. "I want you to be honest with me and yourself… And I want you to tell me what comes after the new 'I love you, but'…"
The brown haired female tried to prompt her boyfriend and in her own way encourage him. But the deep purple haired male knew that he was not ready to say these words even if – like he said himself – they were true – and in addition to this he did not think they would be well received. Justin expressed all of this by shutting his mouth will a telling click and shaking his head softly but Eleanor still didn't see because she was looking away from him.
She finally looked at him and down at him at the same time that his head shake turned to a firmly clenched jaw. El exhaled out her nose. She shut her eyes briefly and it caused Justin to feel clammy all over. But instead she turned around to face him and even went down onto her knees herself.
For a moment her eyes were filled with softness – like she just wanted her boyfriend to be honest. But then the fear of losing him took over and they circled with indignation, breathing out and flicking her long part of her hair out of her eyes with a single flick of her head. She tried again. And Justin knew that it wasn't going to be the last time.
"Just say it… You might as well just say it…" Eleanor's prompting words came out rather edged but something happened a couple of seconds after they escaped and at the same time that Justin was resisting shaking his head to her face. The gentleness and care came back over her own face and holding her hand to her heart first as if to protect herself, she then let it go. She let her hand go and held it out to Justin, her palm outstretched. Oncoming tears decorated the corners of her eyes and she whispered in an un-guarded voice. "It's okay… We'll work this out so we can end up together…"
And then what happened next happened very fast indeed yet incredibly slow at the same time. Justin's naturally widened eyes dropped down to his girlfriend's outstretched hand and he breathed out. He looked down at her gesture and her digits for just a split second but it felt like forever. He looked down at her hand and then to her face. And then all in an instant, he reacted with how he really wanted to react and said something that had been on his mind for a very long time.
All of his emotions and words were heightened when El's hands tried to reach out to the both of his. Justin rejected all of her efforts entirely. With a face suddenly crumpling but his neck craning to hide it, the deep purple haired male shakily turned away from his girlfriend and stood up, walking away and back to his bed. And as he did this and as he sniffed, he uttered just a few words. They echoed around the room for many hours and kept the next haggard silence company.
"I… I think if I'm myself with you then we definitely won't end up together…" Justin muttered and that was that. He took his seat back on his bed but with his back turned towards his girlfriend that time and didn't reach for his guitar once at all.
And that was everything that I learned from the first gust of the Kanto wind and it was the second one that bought me back to reality and back to sitting with the deep purple haired male on a bench in late August almost a year and a half later.
The sigh that Justin let out as he sat with me made me clearly remember that I was there in the present with him and from everything that I had fathomed, I couldn't help but edge closer to him. His first love and first relationship had been a tumultuous one. He had predicted the inevitable end a very long time ago. But it was still horrible that that had indeed come to fruition.
The deep purple haired male folded his arms further over his chest for warmth and hugged at the light jacket that he was wearing, for once not feeling the hugging of his signature hat on his head even though it was placed there. In addition to this, his guitar was placed in its open case on the ground in front of our bench but it wasn't being reached to be played with.
For once, it was just left lying there. It had got some attention from passer's by who tossed coins in it, thinking Justin was about to perform as part of some of the busking he often did or believed that he had finished with it but deserved a penny even so. Even that didn't cause the deep purple haired male's face to break. He stayed waiting with me on the bench and opposite the convenience store on the way out of his home town.
Someone else had been waiting also but was evidently growing quietly restless with doing that was his lavender haired father who had been in his parked car actually outside the store, observing all of his son's unusually introverted and non-musical actions. Another gust of wind blew for all of us at the moment that James stepped out of the car and it caused him to be assisted with shutting his car door. He folded his own arms over his chest to keep warm and crossed the road to join his son, flicking his hair from his face before any blew across his lips.
I looked up at the lavender haired male as he hovered for a few moments before saying anything at all. Justin didn't even look up. James' expression was filled with wordless sympathy and it was when the deep purple haired male's eyes fixed on the lights of the convenience store that had automatically come on as it started to get darker that he decided to sit next to his son. And as he did this he addressed him caringly. He asked.
"Why did you ask me to wait with you here, Justin? What's so important about here, and now?" the lavender haired male wondered aloud and I looked at him as if that was the silliest thing in the world. Justin Morgan was not going to answer something so outright just because it had been asked of him! I was stood corrected.
Perhaps silently, Justin was growing weary with waiting for whatever he was waiting for also. Or maybe it was simply time for him to be a bit more honest. After all, Eleanor had asked him to be a bit more of that a long time ago so he almost owed it to her to get there after they had broken up.
Justin let out a long sigh. He was silent apart from that for a long moment as his hands stopped tucking underneath his armpits and slid into his jacket pockets instead. His eyes continued blankly studying the bright letters on the roof of the shop. Eventually he answered. And he answered with the truth. He mumbled.
"El always used to come here… Whenever she was heading out of town for a while, she always used to forget something so she would always come here. She would always come to this shop…" the deep purple haired father informed his father and he nodded slowly straight away. I was too busy focusing on the fact that inside Justin's pockets, the long haired young man was pointing towards the store. After I had observed that, I saw that James' head was tilting, asking again why they both had to be there and waiting. Justin answered with another exhalation of breath and eyes that dropped to his knees. "She's… She's leaving, Dad. She's going to university in a city far from here and she's leaving… Today… And I just thought… I just thought…"
Understandably, the deep purple haired male couldn't finish his words. As Justin's glance shakily moved back to the store and its bold letters and his eyes thought of all the words that he wanted to say, James somehow understood. With a melancholy and sympathetic yet not pitying smile, the lavender haired male nodded his head and wordlessly reached to squeeze his son's hand as it remained tucked up inside his pocket.
And it was then that the older male did this and after the younger male had glanced at him that the latter thought about the other sentences that he wanted to say. I listened as well.
"I just thought… Maybe I would see her… And I could tell her…" Justin took another pause as he considered what he really wanted to say and that time, it came out a couple of seconds after. He licked his lower lip. "Everything that I should have said when we broke up and when we were having all of our problems before…"
The lavender haired male could have said many things upon hearing this and I glanced at him as I wondered what he could have possibly come out with. But he didn't say anything. He didn't say anything at all. And this was somehow most telling. Like his own son, he didn't bother filling the silence with words that were meaningless. He simply waited until he had something that could have been of use.
So instead of wasting Justin's time, James just took his eldest son's hand out of his jacket pocket and put it in his own, holding his one hand in both of his. And once again, this prompted the deep purple haired male to utter more words. That time he looked down at his guitar at his feet – the instrument that always brought out the best in him. And it encouraged him to say more of what he really wanted to say.
"Dad… What are you supposed to do when it hurts the both of you to break up and still be in each other's lives but hurts the same painful amount to be apart…? What do you do then, Dad…? And how are you supposed to feel…?" Justin questioned and the entire time that he did this, the lavender haired male listened to him, his head tilted. And when all of the deep purple haired young man's words were out in the open, James had his own thinking to do.
First and foremost, it was obvious that he was not going to tell his eldest boy how to feel but he was of course going to pass on a little bit of wisdom that he learnt along the way of navigating his own relationships. I tilted my own head as I listened. The lavender haired male still held his son's hands as he spoke to him, shuffling closer on the bed. James softly sighed before telling him.
"Like anything in life, Justin… You wait. You wait for the pain to ease… The confusion too… You wait until you know what the right thing to do is… And you never know… You might come to a conclusion that suits you both best of all… But most importantly, wish them well… And think of the times that it was going right for you both… And hope that they get that again… Even if it is not with you."
And because the lavender haired male secretly wondered if these words were going to be too grown up for his pretty much grown up son, his hand slipped away from his inside his own pocket and his arm wrapped around him instead. But as I moved closer to them both and looked at them as well, it could see it clear as day that these words were perfect for Justin to hear. Because they were honest. And that was something that he was still trying to get a handle on himself.
The deep purple haired male kept his hands for comfort in his father's pocket and he let out a sigh. He let out a sigh that seemed to slump his shoulders. Yet after a couple of seconds passed, that sigh seemed to allow his chest to elevate a little further forward as he looked at the letters on the convenience store on the way out of his hometown once more. He had a small smile on his face for the first time in a long time as he mumbled these words.
"I don't have to worry about El… I don't have to worry about her at all, not really… That heart of hers is the strongest that I've ever seen… And even though I know that we won't make it work together, I'll always be listening out for her laughter and her tears too… Even if she never decides to find comfort in me… I'll always be here… It's the least that I can do after everything between us…" Justin uttered rather solemnly but truthfully nevertheless and as his smile straightened out; his eyes reflected the light of the store that he associated with his ex-girlfriend.
The lavender haired male ex-rocketeer was humbled by his son's words and how he still wished Eleanor the best but he still didn't exactly know all the ins and outs of everything that went down. And this was evident from the words that came out of his mouth next. As he continued wrapping his arm around his son's shoulders, he pressed his balled fist into his neck gently in a fatherly way. He asked just to make sure.
"Are you certain that you can't make it work…?" James just had to ask, sensing the love that the deep purple haired male still had for Eleanor and the belief that he didn't give up on anything easily. But it hadn't been easy for Justin to give up Eleanor at all. In many ways he wouldn't properly grief for it for a very long time. She was his first love. And that kind of thing was hard to bounce back from.
Nevertheless, Justin found himself shaking his head. With an oncoming sigh in his voice and wistfulness in his eyes, the deep purple haired male shook his head. He didn't look at his father. He didn't look at the store. He didn't even look at me. He looked at nothing in particular.
"No, it's not going to work… But that's okay, you know…? It'll have to be okay… After all, Eleanor should probably find a bloke who can be absolutely himself with her and she loves him for it… And I should probably do the same…" Justin uttered and with that, he glanced at his father only once. He returned to looking at the convenience store just one more time.
And instead of focusing too heavily on his eldest son's words and understanding where they came from and choosing instead to notice that his boy was starting to shiver, James stood up off the bench. He stood up off the bench and offered his hand out to his son, gesturing with a flick of his head also.
"Come on, Justin… Let's get you home, best boy…" James encouraged with a continuous gesture of an outstretched hand and I of course noticed the way that at first, Justin looked down at his own hands that were starting to grow tingly with being out in the late evening for so long. And in addition to this, he looked down at the hands that believed he should have reached out and held El's during those occasions long, long ago.
As he finally stood up and packed his guitar case away and allowed his father to carry it while I hopped onto the lavender haired male's shoulder too, as Justin took that outstretched hand that time, he made his thoughts clear to the older male. He said with a wistful smile. But it would soon be a brave grin also.
"What the hell… I've learned my lesson of never to say no to the offer of an outstretched hand." Justin told his father and immediately, it bought a smile to the older male's face. Before we all started walking, James leaned to touch his cheek against the top of his son's hat that was his way of offering him a kiss also. The deep purple haired male just smiled wanly in return and as we all walked away from our little session of waiting, he added. "It won't be El's today so I guess I'll make do with yours."
And at the exact same moment that Justin squeezed his father's hand playfully so that he knew that he was joking, the lavender haired male's head turned in the middle of walking and it was him who that time had the lights of the store reflected in his eyes. And as well as that, it was the glint of coincidence – or fate – taking over as well. James didn't even need to turn his head to indicate to his son. He didn't need to be obvious about it at all. Before James even stepped out of his son's way, it became obvious that Justin had taken one last glance back at the store before he left and he saw what the lavender haired male ex-rocketeer saw also.
Coming out of the convenience store and absentmindedly looking over to the bench that Justin used to busk on, El could be seen. And as soon as she had been seen by the deep purple haired male he did not hesitate to take action. He might have not taken her hand a long, long time ago and regretted it so very much. So he was not going to let a new opportunity slip away there and then. He wasn't going to let the opportunity slip away of those two having a proper goodbye.
And despite the fact that both Justin and El didn't say anything to each other – they didn't say anything to each other at all – it was all said without having to even say a word. Justin and Eleanor's hands held onto each other tight before they hugged, saying a wordless goodbye.
Justin knew that she had a fierce heart and was going to be okay and true to his word, he was always going to listen out for her laughter and her tears and everything in between and always would be a phone call away. But he didn't know that there was a reason that they had ended up together even if they didn't end up together for good. They both had a lion's heart – even if the deep purple haired male's one felt so very weak during that time in his life. And not only that, El would always be on the horizon wishing him well as well.
It would be a good many years before she was able to pick up the phone and tell him that but she would get there in the end. They would get there in the end. But for the time being, Justin had to admit that it was actually a similarity not difference between the two of them that caused them to split. And he had to actually say it with words.
And thanks to everything that El did, believe it or not, he would finally be able to do so. And he would be able to admit how much she meant to him, even though their relationship ended in the way that he did. But that would be down to someone else. The other girl in his life that he held nearest to him most of all. For Justin Morgan was lucky. Each and every time that he loved, it taught him more about himself. And he became more and more the man that he was meant to be.
The End.
There you go! Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed :3 It's funny because even though Justin and El do break up because Justin discovers that he is gay, his intimacy and brief romance with Katie years later proves that he is perfectly capable of desiring a relationship with a woman! Justin and El's personalities definitely clash and that's the truth of it. At the age of 17, they both have growing to do but they do not grow together. Although as the ending suggests, she comes back into his life eventually. And actually plays quite an important role in his long-term relationship with his boyfriend. Maybe I shall write about that :P Thanks again and I will be back on the 23rd to upload Shannon's birthday chapter so see you then!
AmyBieberKetchum signing out :P