It always ends

six

Harper

We exited the gelato place. Not hand in hand, due to the fact that he was holding my books and I was busy with my gelato.

"Is there anywhere you want to see?" I asked.

He shook his head, "Your place?"

"Yeah, I'm getting tired and my feet hurt."

He chuckled and we made our way back to his car.

I threw the empty cup of gelato into the garbage can as we passed it and I opened the door for him.

"Gentleman." He mused, getting in.

Nodding, I took the books out of his hands and went over to my side and got in. He started the car and drove off.

I turned on the radio and connected my phone to the car. Scrolling through my playlists, I tapped on one of the many playlists I had made for him.

The music filled the car. 'Teen Romance' by Lil peep was a song that really reminded me of him. Of us.

I let out a sigh and leaned back in my seat, looking out of the window.

"For me?" he asked.

"Yeah." I felt a tad embarrassed.

"How many?"

"I made like at least seven for you." I didn't dare look back at him.

"I like this song."

"Me too."

Comfortable silence filled the space around us and I stole a few glances at him here and there.

My kind kept drifting back to how it was before. To how we used to be. The people we were, it felt like a distant dream. I still remembered everything. But the memories were long gone, lost in time.

I knew there was no going back.Yet sometimes, I want nothing more than to go back in time.

But if I hadn't walked away from him, I don't know if I'd be where I am right now.

The person I've become wouldn't exist.

I'd still be her.

And now I'm me.

But if I stayed, at least we could've been Ace and Harper.

I shook that thought away.

There's no use in looking back. Life is nothing without regrets.

She was proud of me because I learned from her mistakes. Look at me now. Look at where I am and who I've become.

"Harper." He called.

I realized we were at my house.

Oh.

Suddenly, I felt a bit saddened the the night had already came to and end.

I didn't want to part ways just yet.

I liked being around him. Despite the fact that he was the reason I had spent most of my nights crying myself to sleep.

But that was before and this is now. I feel better about everything. I healed the wounds he made, I picked up all the shattered pieces of my heart and mended it back together.

I did that all by myself.

Sure, I've loved and lost but I've also learnt and grown.

I didn't resent him in any way. Instead, I was grateful he did what he did.