"True love doesn't exist, does it?"
Lizzie Walter has struggled with the belief that love could actually exist. After her parents' failed relationship, Lizzie prefers to stay with her best friend, avoiding making new friends. When she ends up being...
TW\\ Minor implications of suicidal thoughts. Stay safe!
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The last few classes of the day passed by slowly. My brain was seemingly in a fog, and I walked into English several minutes late with a muttered apology to the teacher. Said teacher gave me a dirty look before continuing on with the class, and I disappeared into the background of the class easily.
At the end of the day, the bell ringing jolted me out of my senseless fog, allowing me to quickly navigate my way to Harper's without being noticed by any of the guys, or Skylar. Harper stood there, next to Logan, quietly talking. As I approached, I watched her look up and carefully scan over my features.
I hadn't texted her after what happened at lunch, and I hadn't seen her for more than a short moment throughout the rest of the day. Her blue eyes looked over me, taking note of the vacant expression I sported. With a nod, she leaned up to whisper something in Logan's ear, kissed his cheek, and stepped into the car as I opened the passenger door.
We closed our doors in sync, and Harper started the car while I settled my bag on the floor. It was quiet. I could feel Harper glance at me several times while she drove, a worried look upon her face. I stared out the window in silence.
It seemed like mere seconds before we pulled into my long, empty driveway. I sat for a minute, not quite having come back to the world yet.
A gentle touch on my shoulder reminded me where I was, and I flinched. Grabbing my back, I popped open the door and stepped out. "Lizzie?" I shook my head gently, giving her a wane smile she could tell was fake. Harper sighed softly, nodding. "Text me if you need anything. I mean it," Her voice was full of conviction.
"I will," I responded quietly, knowing I likely wouldn't follow through, regardless of whether I was losing my mind or not. I hated to be a bother.
I made my way through the empty house in a blur. Setting down my backpack, I was quick to leave my phone on the desk, out of sight as I could already hear it buzz with messages most likely from Harper.
I sat down in my small window seat. Staring out at the crashing waves, dark clouds sunk low on the horizon, seemingly echoing my mood. Slowly taking a deep breath, I moved to stand, leaving my room at a rapid pace. I had one location on my mind.
***
It didn't take me long to find the abandoned stone wall, the path covered in moss and lichen, although I could have probably found my way their in the dark. The trees surrounding me were dark, and I could hear the creaking of their branches as they swayed in the light wind that was steadily growing.
California was almost always windy, and on the coast, with no real barriers between the sea and the wind, it was almost always gusts of cold, sea air hitting your face and turning the tips of your ears pink.
I approached my normal spot carefully, watching for the patches of cobblestones that were always slick with moss. Sliding down the wall carefully, I let out a deep sigh of relief at the calmness that washed over me almost instantaneously. The wall, and its little forest clearing had been my hiding place for years, and only one other person knew where it was.
