She had left. It happened so fast and I had no idea where she had gone. Every day passing by felt like I was getting closer to death. One day we had kissed each other and the whole world had fallen beneath me, and the next, she had left without even saying goodbye. And now here she was in front of me acting like nothing had happened. Her oblivion was killing my every second of existence but I loved her. My love was cutting through my anger and once again I fell for her manipulative act. I didn't know what to do or say. Here we were standing in my foyer with her eyes drowning in sadness. I couldn't help but hold her in my arms. She cried. She cried so hard every tear that left her eyes gradually made her face hotter and more red. It was as if she was transferring her pain to me and I gladly took it.
"Chase." Jen spoke barely above a whisper. It wasn't the familiar voice I knew and my jaw clenched at the idea of something terrible happening to her. I was so confused because I knew how amazing she was with lying in the past but I ignored it and acted like it didn't exist. Although, at the same time I could tell when she was lying and when she was pouring her heart out. I was having a war with myself that I never even asked for. All I wanted was the girl I knew. The girl that was stubborn yet kind, gentle, perceptive, and, well, real. She cleared her throat and i realized she was probably expecting an answer from me. Yet, I didn't have one. I spoke and said something that I immediately regretted.
"Just go." I let go of her and rushed upstairs.
Wow, I just messed up the greatest thing that's every happened to me.
