To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken- C.S Lewis
Grayson's POV
How could she? She did this to me. Here I am, in pain, whilst she was there having fun with him. I was getting better-or so I think- trying to forget my pain, but she had to show her beautiful face and break my resolve. Seeing him holding her like that had something in me snap. I couldn't control myself and before I knew it, my fist had already collided with his face, my first punch. I'm not the type of person who resorts to violence but it all happened in a blur. I had no control whatsoever and now my knuckles are hurting, real bad yet it can never be compared to the ache I felt seeing them together, happy and smiling.
I had been locked up in Cole's house, not wanting to have anything to do with the outside world -although I know I'd have to one way or the other- ever since that night I lost her due to my stupidity, didn't feel talking to my Dad who kept on calling repeatedly, I didn't even want to breathe outside air, the one in the house was more than enough. But Cade, Cole's younger and only brother was adamant he wanted ice cream and nothing I did or say to him seemed to make him rescind. He was a kid after all and I had no choice than set out to get him what he wanted else I wouldn't have the peace I so desire. Stepping outside wasn't as easy, so I tried to get distracted from how I actually felt, only to come here and find my girlfriend with some other guy.
Ex-girlfriend.
Ex! That sounds so...
I imagined and dreamt of how we'd someday be together forever. Pathetic of me to think so!
Leave me alone! she'd said.
It's not like I can, but I'll try. I'll try to move on, if that's what she wants. As much as it is painful I would.
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Is it that easy to forget about someone you feel this way towards, even if they asked you to? Is it? Cause I can't seem to. I can't forget about her. I've tried but I just can't. I know! I know I promised myself yesterday night before I went to sleep that I wouldn't think of her, I would try my possible best. I really did, yet like some silly game the universe keeps playing on me, I woke up today to a dream of her. A dream of the one I cherish most.
Is this what heartbreak feels like? I don't think I can ever go through this again.
"You're awake." A voice interrupts me. Cole was watching me intently as he stood in the doorway.
I climb out of the bed, "I'll be ready in a bit."
"Your Dad contacted Pierson." He says.
Now he resorts to Pierson? I'm not going back until that woman leaves the house. "Mmmhhh..."
"Your cheeks are tear-stained." His eyes remained on my face as he pauses. It is? "Yesterday you came back with bruised knuckles. You can talk to me whenever you're ready." He shrugs and leaves, shutting the door behind him, leaving me to my thoughts once again.
Tears! On my cheeks?
My hand goes to my face and I walk towards the dressing mirror. Image of a boy with messed up hair, tear-stained hollow cheeks, empty eyes, slightly swollen eyelids, stare back at me.
This isn't me.
Why won't she listen to me, talk to me just once?
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Hey, you!
I haven't seen those eyes for quite some time
It's been a while
And there's something different in mine too
Hey, you!
I still get butterflies internalized in you
I'm not lying
I just can't find the truth
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Ashley's POV
It's been two weeks, two torturous weeks after our break up. By now I'm supposed to be okay right? After all they say time heals all wounds but why is mine different? The ache in my chest keeps building up with each passing second and the urge to be close to him, like we used to, is becoming stronger as the days go by. He was the one who hurt me, and I'm supposed to be angry at him but why can't I bring myself to anymore?
We were supposed to talk about what happened but I was too hurt to listen to anything he had to say, but now I want to hear him out. The image of him kissing Anne is too painful to forget. Anytime I see him, it flashes in my memory.
It's been difficult to let go of him all because he won't let me be. Where should I start from? Is it the number of times he called me? The number of times he's stopped me in school, begging and pleading with me to forgive him. Was it the number of messages and voice notes he's sent? None of which I have read or listened to yet itch so badly to. All these won't let me have my peace.
Right now, I'm the cat curiosity wants to kill. I gladly succumb.
It won't hurt right? I can't hide it anymore, I miss him, particularly, his blue orbs. Eyes that would gaze adoringly at me, making me feel like the prettiest girl in the entire universe.
Holding my breath, I scroll through his messages and tap on the first voice note he sent ever since our breakup.
"Hey, I know you probably don't want to hear my voice right now..." there was a very long pause "I'm sorry for not listening to you, that's something I will never forgive myself for, something I'd forever regret. I was jealous when I saw you and that guy dance together. I wasn't in my right senses when I agreed on dancing with Anne." He sighs, "I sound pathetic, it probably seems like I'm defending myself. I'm truly sorry."
I tap on the next one.
"I..." was he crying? It sounded like he was, "I miss you so much. I know you told me to forget about us but I just can't. I've tried it so many times, I just c- can't." His voice breaks.
Should I forgive him? What am I even saying? I already have.
I tap on another one, "I'll do as you say... I w-will move on and forget about you. It won't be easy... but I'll try. I'm sorry for every pain I've caused you, I didn't mean to. I won't bother you again."
I heard a tapping sound on the window and then it became a pitter-patter sound drawing my attention immediately.
Was it honestly about to rain today? Ugh!
Putting my phone away, I climb further into my bed. I pull up the duvet, my tiny getting swallowed in it. It was getting louder by the second, the sound of thunder slithering through the atmosphere.
Shutting my eyes, forcing hard enough and not being able to sleep, I open my eyes and roll the duvet from my body. There was a knock on my door.
Dylan's head pops out at the door, "What do you want?" I question.
"Someone wants to see you." He says, a smile at the corner of his lips.
Huh? Who could that be? No it can't be him. In this rain? "You're kidding."
"Do I look I am?" He raises a brow at me.
"Maybe. Who's that?"
"He's outside, if it's important to you you'd come out and stop asking me questions." He rolls his eyes.
I shoot him a glare. "But it is raining."
"Exactly! Don't keep him waiting, in the rain."
"Did you just say 'in the rain'? Why didn't you let him in?" I climb out of bed, pissed at this ridiculousness.
"He wouldn't. Just come out okay, maybe he'd listen to you." He leaves shutting the door behind him.
I mean who passes through the rain to come see someone yet refuses to enter their house.
Can that be Devi? Definitely!
I quickly rush downstairs and open the door. It wasn't.
Blue eyes stare at me, brokenness and tears embodied in them. Hair messed up and soaked by the rain, he stood there. This is my chance, the universe is listening. My heart called out to him and he responded by being here. Ignoring the fact that I would catch a cold by tomorrow, I step into the rain, the coldness of water on my skin reminding me it wasn't a daydream, neither a fantasy but reality. By the time I was right in front of him, my hair was soaked and sticking to my face, clothes sticking to my skin like glue. Like second nature I gazed into the eyes I fell in love with and still adore. Probably might be my imagination but he looked skinnier, circles under his puffy eyes.
Repeating the words over and over in my head, I finally say "W-what are you doing here?"
"I can't." He sniffs.
"W-what?!"
"I know you asked me to... it's not that easy," he says in a low defeated tone, " I've tried it over and over but my heart doesn't want to hear it, my heart can't stop loving you." Tears run down his cheeks leaves and I found myself inching closer and wiping it away with my finger.
He takes a further step, shuddering from the cold, "Please don't leave me." He buries his head in the crook of my neck as he pulls me into him, sobbing in my arms, "They all leave but I don't want you to, I can't loose you too. Please," the warmth of his tears on my skin brings tears into my eyes, before I knew it my arms were encircling his waist. "I need you," his voice breaks, "I want you in my life. I'm sorry, I'm sorry for everything. I know sorry isn't going to fix things but we can, we can fix us. I promise to do better, I'm going to do my best to be a better boyfriend but please don't leave me." At this point I was crying too. My fingers itched to rub his back and that's exactly what I do. My palm rubs his back, the action making him hug me tighter.
Together, in the rain, we let the rain wash away our sorrows and heartaches, our glued bodies providing the warmth of comfort we needed.
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Aww! I'm blushing.
So.... what do you say?
Grayson and Ashley. H-U-G-G-I-N-G in the rain.
If I'm to come up with another high school story, how would you want it to be? Bad boy? Best friends? Hate to love? Bad girl?
Tell me... I'm listening.