Forever

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Savannah's POV

I loved him. Boy, did I ever. I loved him more than I thought it was ever humanly possible, I loved him to the point of pain. I loved him to the point where he was the only thing that raced through my mind at any given point in the day and at the most unacceptable times. But I didn't mind.

I don't know how he did it, but he managed to embed himself deep within my soul, his touch still lingering on my damaged skin, his breath still roaming over every inch of my body, his eyes still locked onto mine as if they held the answers to all of his questions.

I still love him, even years later. After everything he did to me and everything I've went through, I still feel a piercing pain every time someone with his same name gets called out around me. Sometimes my head perks up just to make sure it's not him, But I know deep within me I'm craving to get just the smallest glance at him. A glance at the boy that once use to make me feel so on top of the world that I could seemingly accomplish anything, yet the boy who managed to make me feel so far under it I could feel the heat radiating from hell.

But that's just that. I've finally come to terms that it's over. He's not the forever he promised me.

"I'm going to love you forever. Not even until the day I die. My soul will always be in love with you, Sav. For eternity."

His words still haunt my thoughts, and so vividly they do.

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2 Years Earlier
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"He's so weird, I'm really starting to get creeped out." I mumbled to my friend, Mia, who was sat beside me in the dance studio, my phone hiding behind my knees that were brought up to my chest. My dance teacher was so anal about cellphones in class. I mean, obviously, but to the point where she was practically a hawk preying for it's next victim when it came to technology.

"At least he's attractive." Mia smirked, but her eyes never left Ms. Jenner's as she spoke to the class about classical ballet. By far my worst dance genre was ballet, so I really didn't care at all. I just shrugged and mumbled an incoherent, not really, and glanced down at my phone, scrolling through the multiple messages he had been sending me on Facebook within the past couple of months.

I mean, he actually was pretty good looking but I wasn't going to flat out admit that, considering I was just trying to make the point of him being weird. Which he is.

Hey Savanna!

Was the first message he had sent in early September, to which I didn't respond.

Hey

Was the next taking place a couple days after the first. It carried on for a month until I actually responded, as terrible as that is to admit. But it's not my fault I don't want to talk to some stranger I've never seen before in my life. I mean I've heard of him, everything being good, but c'mon. He was two years older, went to a separate school in my town where most hicks go, and I'm just simply not interested. I don't really talk to guys so it's nothing personal.

Hey man

How are you?

Savanna?

Hey!

Eventually October 14th came around, and the next message I received was a simple,

Happy Birthday Savanna, I hope you have a fantastic day (:. You deserve it.

I had broken there. I mean I couldn't just ignore that, I had to respond with a simple thanks. I'm not that much of a prude. So that day I did respond, with a simple, Thanks, means a lot! because it was really sweet of him. It wasn't much, but enough to clearly give him hope. Hope that I'd actually continue a conversation with him when I really wasn't interested in the slightest. After that message he continued to send me little messages in hopes to grab my attention. It really didn't make any sense at all considering how completely obvious it was that I didn't want to talk to him. But I gave him the benefit of the doubt, assuming maybe he just thought I wasn't getting any of his messages or I just was forgetting to respond or something.