We Could Have Happened.

Chapter 13 : "false truths"

Baby, let's pretend and say

we'll meet again someday

but we know it's the end.

- For The Night : Conor Maynard

"Echo, are you done?" My mom shouted from downstairs.

"Yeah, yeah. Just double checking." I said.

The day went pretty fast, with us packing non-stop to not leave anything behind. I looked around my room for the last time, it looked so empty, and as much as I wanted to start anew, I knew I was going to miss everything. This was still home to me, as it was for the rest of us too.

As much as we wanted to stay back home, when we found out dad was being transferred to Paris for his job, we decided we'd go with him, and they were offering me a place to study in Paris too, so we decided to take it. It was definitely a new and bold journey.

"Layla's here." mom shouted.

"Hey, Echo." Layla came upstairs to see me sitting on one of my packed boxes. After our stay over at her place, I went home earlier and she came a little later.

I got up and hugged her. "Promise me, you'll call and text me all the time, okay?"

"I promise, Echo. You better do the same too, alright?"

"I will!" I smiled.

"Here, I owe you big time." I passed her the letter.

"You don't owe me anything, Echo. I don't want to see you get hurt, but your feelings are valid, and I will always be here for you." She genuinely said, making me tear up.

"I love you, Layla. Thank you."

"I love you too, now get your ass moving, before you make me cry too, and you know I can't stop." She said and I laughed thinking how lucky I am to have ended up with the most amazing best friend one could ever have.

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The letter. I remember the night I started writing it. I wrote it without thinking about giving it to him, I wrote it rather as a form of expressing my feelings towards me, for myself.

The letter was messy, with a few spelling errors I corrected here and there. Nevertheless, it was still a confession letter. Yes, I did want to give it to him, maybe amend it a little, put it into better words, but then again I realised, this was my true, raw feelings that I poured out that particular night. What did I write then? That's the question, isn't it?

Dear Levi,

  It's 3.29am now. I have no idea why I'm writing this. How am I supposed to say this? Levi, it feels weird to actually say this, but I've been falling for you for the past three years. The day you came back, you looked different, a good different, a different that I started to fall for. I would have
never imagined myself falling for you but I did and for that, I apologise, I know it would cause a dent in our relationship but I can no longer hide my feelings for you. I know you're in love with
someone else, and I don't expect myself to have a chance with you, but I just wanted to tell you that
as I was watching you fall for her, I was blindly and helplessly falling in love with you.

Levi, you mean the world to me, as a friend and as someone I'm in love with. I'm sorry for making our friendship complicated but I can't help it. I know that this is wrong and I've hid so much from you, but I meant every word when I said I'm happy for you, because no matter way what I will always want you to be happy. You're the best thing that ever happened in my life, and I will never regret meeting you. I wish this was all much easier and I could just see you as a friend. I don't even know why I'm writing this, it's not like this is going to change your feelings towards me. It might only worsen our relationship. I don't have anything else to say but I just pray that you never lose that sparkle in your eyes, I pray your eyes fall in love with the person
your heart tells you to because your eyes will always be my favourite pair of eyes to get lost in, to
drown in them, and to fall in love with, because instead of seeing stars in them, I saw galaxies.  

Love,
Echo.

Let's pretend none of these ever happened, I was never leaving and we'd still be the closest of friends.

Let's pretend we'll meet again one day although we both know we've reached a dead end now.