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Seventeen.

I woke up in someone's arms, and it wasn't Jake's.

I looked up and was face-to-face with a sleeping Liam.

I was confused, until my mind replayed last night's events.

I instantly regretted kissing Liam.

For the second time in my life, I felt as if I was using him as my rebound.

I slowly pulled his arms off me, and stood above him.

Looking down, I watched Liam sleep for a few moments.

It seemed creepy, but he looked so peaceful.

What am I doing? I thought to myself.

I took a notepad and began to write a note.

Liam,

I'm sorry. I have to go.

What happened last night was a mistake. I'm so sorry. This can't work out. I just broke up with Jake, our kiss was a mistake.

I just need to be alone.

I'm sorry,

Brooke.

I placed the note on his nightstand and left the house.

I knew I had to get out of here. I didn't know where to go, I really had nobody at this point.

Except my dad, but he wouldn't understand.

Ashley went to New York for the weekend, and she wasn't picking up her calls.

I knew where I had to go; I needed to see my mom.

I walked to the graveyard and found my mom's grave.

It read, 'Jamie Moore. She touched many lives."

I missed her.

I stood above her grave, thinking about her.

She was such an amazing mother, she didn't deserve to die.

A tear escaped my eye, but I quickly wiped it away.

I sat down, and began to tell her everything.

Liam would've liked her.

I had to stop thinking about him, but he kept popping up in my mind.

I said aloud, "I'm not ready for a relationship. As much as I want to be with Liam, I just can't."

I wasn't sure if I was telling my mom that, or if I needed to assure myself about what I was feeling.

I truly wanted to be with Liam, he was so sweet. But, I couldn't. Especially right after my breakup with Jake. Plus, I thought of him as a brother before.

"Bye mom," I said, as I headed home. Although I said goodbye, I knew she was still always with me.

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