Chapter 16: The Ones From That Time

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It was the next day, currently, Andrew and I were silently exploring the town. We had been ignoring each other since last night's fight. We both said some hurtful things and now couldn't even look at each other.

I didn't let his words get to me, I kept telling myself that why he said all that was because he didn't understand. Walking past each shop I was looking to find a gift for my mother and Milo. I didn't want the fighting to get in the way of this vacation. I intended to make the most of it before going home and preparing for the anniversary.

The town was rather small and seemed more for tourists. Coming up to the corner I didn't see the person coming towards me. Ramming their shoulder into mine I lost balance and fell forward onto the sidewalk. My palms scrapped against the ground and the burning slowly sank in.

Hissing in pain I slowly stand back up finding both hands scrapped up pretty well with blood slowly seeping from the wounds. The bag I had in my hand was on the ground and I drop down to pick it up when I saw another hand picking up the thing I bought. Looking up I find Andrew being the one to pick it up. Darting my eyes away I grimace softly. I take the bag from him and stand up and walk past him.

"You should get those cleaned." he calls.

I continued to walk even though he was right. Going into the nearest store I walk back and head to the bathroom. In my bag I kept a small first aid kit, once in the women's bathroom I walk up to the sink, twisting the knob to the faucet warm water starts to run and I place both palms under the running water. Afterward I disinfect the wounds and then cover them with a bandage.

After that, I look up finding Andrew there standing behind me. This guy seriously needs to give me a moment alone. "Do you enjoy following me everywhere I go?" I ask. In his expression I could see guilt, that was all I could see.

"I'm sorry, I'm an asshole I was just so angry yesterday, and I'm ruining this whole trip for you, for us." he mutters at the end. Putting the kit back in my back I sigh softly and look back down.

"At least you can admit it." I say in a bland tone. I was uninterested in his apologies, he had apologized to me so much that I was finding it hard to believe he actually meant it.

"You don't even seem to care anymore... it's like the life has been sucked outta you." he points out. Yeah well, when you leave behind someone you love life seems to become dull and uninteresting.

"And you still stating the obvious but still don't understand that people change. Things happened that I can't take back and changed me. I'm not you who seems to stay in this perfect little bubble. So no, I don't care because eventually the 'I'm sorrys' stop meaning something to me." I tell him. With that, I closed my bag and swung it over my shoulder. I had proved my point once again knowing that he still wouldn't grasp that he and I just weren't in the same place as we once were.

Turning away from the sink I step past him and out the door heading on to the next shop in search for the gift for my mother. Soon enough Andrew was back to following me down the street, stuck to me like velcro. It was true though, these days I was uninteresting in a lot of things, like having a relationship with someone or keeping up with my friends. I was done with the bullshit and missing the ones I truly cared about... the ones from that time. 

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