FIVE days and FOREVER | ✔

TweNtY tHreE

Quick A/N: I honestly didn't feel the previous ending. So I decided to rewrite it. If you read the story before, I would request re-reading from chapter 20 for better understanding.

I'm a freaking perfectionist and I'm never satisfied with anything I do.

I strongly believe that the ending of the story is the beginning of the characters lives after so it has to be excruciating.

So, I hope this ending is more romantic and thrilling :)))

... Hopefully.

And oh! Re-read chapter 13, I spiced up the kiss. *Wink* *wink*

FIVE days and FOREVER

Copyright 2017/2018

-Anya Amarachi Jacinth

Two months later

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The holiday had passed so long.

After I left Dennis that day, he kept dropping texts and calls but I never replied.

He finally got the hint and left me to be.

I traveled with my sister and mum to stay with my cousins for the summer.

My sister wasn't around often and my mum only dropped us there as she left.

Dianne was preparing for school and also going for medical check ups once in a while.

One day, when I was out with my sister and cousins at a thrift shop, I got a call from a random number.

Here, we go again.

I opened the contact so that I could share it with the Truecaller App.

It was Frank.

Why was Frank calling?

I called back, excusing myself from my family.

"Bianca?" He sounded alert as he picked it.

My face squeezed.

Frank has never called me by my name before.

"What is it?" I asked as I softened.

"Can you come over now? It's urgent. Like, really, really urgent." He rushed. He sounded panicked.

My eyebrows knotted together in confusion. "Why?"

"It's Dennis -" He began but I cut him off.

"Don't start with that," I rolled my eyes. "I'm not even in town."

"Please, Bi -" I cut the call.

I went back to join them as we continued picking out cloths.

The rest of the summer rolled by fast and my mum and I were returning back home.

Dianne stayed back because she was schooling there.

I looked at my phone as I was on the plane.

The way it was void of texts made me feel empty.

Despite Gemma's annoying attitude, she was always there to tell me all the gossips.

I sighed.

I wondered sometimes whether I just pushed away all the good things and people in my life.

Or I never just met the good ones.

But was there anyone good enough?

Was I even good enough?

As I got to my house, and opened the door, a note fell out.

I picked it up.

My heart hitched as I realized it was Dennis who wrote it.

I noticed you haven't been home lately.

You've been ignoring my text so I'll let you be.

I wouldn't push anything anymore.

It looked like he wrote it a long time ago.

It was dusty and had squeezed due to rain.

It must have been early during the summer.

What was I doing?

I was playing with his heart in attempt not to go into something serious.

I thought I could ignore him throughout the summer and have him all to myself during senior year but then one Summer was enough to love someone else.

It was enough to move on and forget.

I bit my bottom lip as I turned to my mum who was in a deep phone conversation.

I dropped my bag in then ran out to kiss her on her cheek.

"Can I quickly go somewhere? I'll be back." I asked.

She blinked blankly. "What is it?"

I smiled, "Sophia." Then I quickly added. "I left my diary at her house before I left and she said she wouldn't be around any other day to give it to me."

She waved her hand to dismiss me as she continued talking on the phone.

I left the street and entered into a bus.

I quickly texted Frank.

What's Dennis' address, please?

I remembered Dennis telling me where he lived but I didn't know what house exactly.

The plan was to stop by at his house without him expecting anything.

And when he sees me, I wouldn't give him any time to speak before I would kiss him.

Honestly, I didn't know how my mentality worked but my body was telling me that I wanted Dennis.

All to myself.

Why now?

Frank replied.

Surprisingly, that was fast.

Because, I was stupid, Frank.

I was surprised how I was opening up to him.

I loved Dennis and I failed to acknowledge that.

Frank didn't reply anymore.

Frank?

I texted.

When he didn't answer me, I decided to go to his house instead.

But I was uncertain.

For some reason, my mind flitted back to the phone conversation we almost decently had.

And at that point, I started feeling like Dennis wasn't okay.

And not just the normal, trying-to-get-over-a-girl-you-are-into-but-is-clearly-not-interested kind of not okay.

I just had this feeling that all wasn't well with him.

I tried to dismiss the thought but it made me feel shaky.

I rung the doorbell when I got to Frank's house

Frank opened the door and when he saw me, he slammed it in my face.

I was taken aback.

I saw it in his eyes that he wasn't in the best of moods.

I knocked again.

And again.

He opened the door out of frustration.

"What do you want?" His voice was broken and cracked. He was obviously disgusted by my presence.

His eyes were red and he looked like a mess.

I stumbled on my words.

"Just... Just give me..."

"He's dead." He said and slammed the door in my face again.