Playing Games with The Player: GAME OVER (Sequal to PGWTP)

Chapter 5

Gabby's POV

-On The Plane-
I observe Nash quietly, keeping to myself some of my thoughts as I try to collect them.

We're barely home, still about 30 minutes to go, and I sigh.

I can feel Nash's foreign anxiousness as he fidgets, and gives off a sense of edgy nervousness, bringing me to concern.

He's been acting more different the past few days, but as time passes it's as if it's becoming even more prominent.

I try to relax him by placing my hand in his, instantly looking to them as if he's in shock at my attempt at a comforting gesture. I try to smile, and he barely moves his lips in reply.

He looks back ahead of him, and my mouth curves to a small frown while my forehead develops a crease between my brows.

Nothing seems to give me clues to what his source of worries are, and I try to push the thoughts away in hopes maybe if I wait patiently, he'll finally come to tell me.

Seconds feel like minutes, minutes feel like hours as I beg quietly for him to give me an explanation.

He continues staring forward and I lay my head to the side.

I frown a little, missing Aunt Katherine and Uncle Fred's presence already. Not to forget Dalton of course.

I close my eyes, attempting to sleep and   shut my brain off, but instead my mind continues to dig for answers explaining Nash's peculiar behavior.

Maybe my aunt or uncle said something that Nash viewed uncomfortable, or Aunt Katherine asked him questions the way she did me, and he didn't know how to answer all of them. I can't think of anything I've said that could've made him act this way, nor Aunt Katherine or Uncle Fred.

A lump forms in my throat, and I try to swallow. I look to Nash and he's slumped down with his hoodie over his face, reminding me of a hermit. Our hands are no longer connected, causing my heart to drop.

-Home-

I grabbed my suitcase out of my car, and pulled out Nash's as well, unwilling to wait for him to come toward the back of the car and assist me.

"You didn't have to pull mine out." I watch him as he grabs what's left in the trunk of my bags.

Oddly, he takes his suitcase, clicks his car keys, and puts it in the trunk of his car.

I turn to him with complete confusion and he looks back as if I'm supposed to know what he's doing.

"You're not staying?" I question him in disbelief.

He shakes his head.

"Just for a few minutes." I beg with a small smile. He looks at me with a reply and I walk up to my door, scattering around my purse for the keys, to unlock the entrance of my unoccupied home.

I would love to run in, jump for joy that we finally reached our destination, but now it's time to discuss what's been bugging me the entire ride home.

I set everything in the kitchen, not keeping in mind I'm very unlikely to bring it upstairs after Nash leaves. I sigh, something I felt like I've needed to do for a while. I finally turn to Nash, who's shutting the door behind him.

I look around a bit, as if it's the first time I've seen my house in years, while placing my hands at my sides.

His body language brings me even more suspicion of him realizing my observations of his unfamiliar behavior. He looks away for a moment and It's not until now that I notice the large distance between us. He stands in the living room, hands in his pockets and hair falling over his forehead as he stays still as a statue. I slowly move towards him, closing some distance between us and try to read him.

I raise my right hand toward his cheek and other to his shoulder, attempting to examine him more and his voice pierces into my heart as I feel him slowly slipping away from me through each passing second.

"Gabby..." His low whisper makes my heart fall to the floor as he kindly tries to reject my touch.

"This mean you're leaving?" Is the only words I manage to sentence together as I attempt to swallow the large lump forming in my throat, while relaxing my eyelids to a close.

"Yeah." He whispers, knowing I'm not asking about him staying over.

I flutter my eyes open after I feel his lips barely touch my forehead, leaving a small tingling sensation above my brow.

"Goodbye Gabbs." My heart sinks in my chest and I don't move a muscle.

I barely even look up, as I feel my heart wrench as he leaves me standing in my living room still as stone.

My eyelids feel so heavy I barely have the energy to lay out onto my living room floor as I hear the engine of his car fade away into deep silence and my energy drains by the second.

I keep my eyes closed as I lay my arm out beneath my heavy head giving it enough support for my liking.

The phone rings and somehow I know it's Jess, but I don't dare move as a part of me begins to slowly shrink in the same spot he left me in.

Author's Note: I'm going to update as soon as I can it should by the next two days hopefully. Just bear with me, I've been having major migraines and they've progressively gotten worse, and almost ended up in the ER last night, after nearly passing out a few times and falling over. So I'm super exhausted, but I tried to finish this up. Thanks loves💗