Hello friends.
Erm, so this is the last chapter. I don't know if that's a good thing or not, hah. I just want to say thank you all for the support and everything that you've given this book, I've really liked writing it (that doesn't happen very often so there you go). It's honestly a bit ridiculous that this mess has almost 20,000 reads and I love you all.
Yeah, so, there's still an epilogue to come and it won't take me much longer after I've published this one, and then I'll have a new part in which I beg you all to possibly read my new fanfic that I'm going to be starting in a week or so, explanations about sequels and whatnot followed by a load of babbling gratitude.
So yeah, enjoy:)
-Georgia
❝Finifugal- hating endings; of someone who tries to avoid or prolong the final moments of a story, relationship or some other journey.❞
TWO MONTHS LATER
It had been two months, according to the calendar that I now only ticked off for the sake of it. Two whole months since I'd seen Gerard. Those were months that I didn't know had passed, months that I'd not been aware of. They had simultaneously seemed longer and yet less; longer because every single moment that passed without Gerard had stretched beyond the norm of time, and less because I'd really not registered it passing at all.
I hadn't left my house at all the whole time. Well, besides the odd outing or two when I'd ran down to the shop for my mom or gone for a walk in the silent, unconscious hope of accidentally meeting Gerard along the way. Needless to say, that had not happened. Those months had passed painfully lonely, and with not one day passing without me feeling as though my soul was still missing from my being. It was a strange sensation, it really was, to have put so much into another human being that the fact they weren't there seemed to break me every single time I pictured his face.
Although, even that wasn't as crystalline as it had been. Gerard's hair fell just underneath his ears, but was it as straggly as I thought? How did I conjure up that telltale smirking gleam that shot his hazel eyes whenever he had the upper hand? And those eyes- those eyes that I'd promised myself I'd never forget; were they more brown than green? More green than brown? What colour was dominant when they shined gold in the light?
How did I know if my vision of Gerard was right or not? I could be completely wrong, seeing him as someone he wasn't, and I wouldn't know. If I could just get one fleeting glance, one last time to see him as he passed the window so I could commit a perfect image to my memory, then I would be content. Of course all I wanted was him, completely, in every way possible, but I could see now that things were not going to work out that way. I'd have to move on- but it was not going to be for a long time yet.
So I festered in my room and I scrunched up everything that I'd attempted to write and I stared at the wall and ignored the world- beyond tears but not beyond feeling my heart breaking in my chest.
The next semester had started at school, so anyone else my age was disappearing off every morning to college, and anyone younger was spreading the noise of raucous laughter going to and from school. I had managed to instill the timetables and the likes into my head, so I knew when to expect the streets to fill. As creepy as it sounds, I tended to look out of the window, to see if I could possibly spot Gerard on his way to college. So far I'd not seen him once, and I was beginning to think that he'd maybe done the same thing I'd done, and simply not even enrolled.
That was another reason I was not leaving my room unless I definitely had to. When the first day of college had rolled around and I was still asleep at ten o clock, my mom had finally realised that the forms had remained unfilled on my desk. That had not been a pretty conversation. Not at all- and I'd considered running away again, had it not have been for the fact I had nowhere to go any more. I didn't really think that the Ways would even particularly mind that much, but it was the knowledge that I'd be with my dad, and the fact that there was far too much water under the bridge for anything to even resemble how they used to be between Donna and myself.
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