If Heaven were on Earth

I run back to class as fast as my legs will carry me. No, scratch that, I sprint to my locker. I need to get out of here; the confining walls are practically crushing my skull, and thoughts of that one person just won't leave my head, resulting in yet another pounding headache.

I don't know why they overreacted, I mean, yes it was a bit Cody's fault, but other than that, it was mostly them and their intoxicating self. How dare they just appear out of nowhere, and ruin the wall I had successfully built up against my feelings. The wall had promptly crumbled upon their entrance into my life, and after their bold entrance, they made me happy, only to break me again months later. I should've expected it though, it seemed like a karmic kinda coincidence, that I be allowed to find happiness somehow. I should've known better.

Next year of course, things were going to change. My original plans for next year were going to be completely opposite of what I had imagined, but maybe that was a good sign. It meant that I wasn't yet ready for them to leave my life. And leave they would if I didn't do something major about it.

We both had messed up, bending the other person to see how far they would go, until they inevitably snapped. But that doesn't mean that we weren't good for each other while our relationship lasted. Those moments we shared together, alone, all thoughts directed into the way we felt at that exact moment in time, with our limbs tangled up and our bodies pressed tightly against one another. Those blissful moments where we would confess to each other how we felt about one another, how much we loved each other. i missed those simple moments. But I couldn't afford to believe that they were over. I had to hold on to the thought that we would get even more of those amazing moments.

Because what was life without each other?

Turns out I never knew exactly how painful our separation could be until I lost her.

That small, delicate girl, the one who I loved, no love, unconditionally. The girl who could find beauty in almost anything, who was so selfless that it even managed to occasionally rub off on me. The girl who I would do anything for, the girl who held me under her spell with a simple flick of her wrist. The girl I knew.

The girl who is now gone.

For good.

End of book one.

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