I pulled back and looked at Sean. He smiled at me but still looked confused.

"I thought Ben was the one you'd chosen, I thought you'de already made up your mind. He told me that you'de forgiven him-" I cut him off and kissed him again. 

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Ben's POV (Cool right!? Iv never done this SQUEEE)(Also, did you guys know that the actors that play Skye and Ben are BF and GF in real life!?!??!! Cause I didnt until now. I mean, that has to be a clue that we might actually get Sken in the actual show cause seriously. They would be cruel to do that to the actors. Just sayin. . .) 

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I finally got those stupid pipes unclogged after about an hour. I left the room and looked down the hall, Skye's room was right there. . . I could go appologize for whatever i'd done. No. . . I'd leave her alone for now. That was what she wanted. I jogged downstairs to see Kaylee and Noah, they invited me over to come listen to some music with them. I shrugged and shook my head, making my way outside and putting my jacket on. I looked around, I was done with work for the day. I could do anything I wanted if I chose to. But what I wanted to do was be with Skye.

I sighed and jogged to the tree. It was still beautiful here, it had always been this way. I looked at the carving in the tree and subconsciously put my hands in my pocket. I couldn't get it even if I tried, only those with the Hart blood could-

I felt a metal in my pocket. Had I forgotten to put one of my tools away? I pulled it out, a bracelet. . . Skye's Bracelet. . . . I sighed and made to put it back in my pocket but then put it up against the tree where the carving was.

It worked! Anything that she'd touched apparently worked. Good to know.

I landed on the pillow pile and turned on the light. The room was obviously empty. I sighed and tried not to think about Skye. Why was it so hard!? She'd made it clear that she didn't want to be with me. That was the second time I was with her and lost her. So it must have been me. She should be with Sean. She deserved him, the better option. I looked at the picture of Skye's mum and her dad in front of the Lodge. She looked so much like Skye. I closed my eyes as I put the picture down. I cant be here. Everywhere I looked, she was there. I don't want to sound obsessed. But that's what it was like with people you loved. You thought about them all the time. Whether they were safe, whether they were warm or cold, whether their food was good enough for them, whether they were in pain or happy, that's what he did. I didn't know if that's what all people did, but that's what I did. There was nothing I wouldn't do for her. I'd give my life for her at this point.

But that wasn't good enough. I'm sure that Sean was all of that and more. I looked around the room. I wasn't going to be able to be around her anymore. I couldn't see her every day and know I wasn't good enough. When I hadn't told her about James, and she found out, that was different. I knew she'd forgive me one day. But Iv got the hint now. Iv got what I need to know.

She doesn't love me.

And I need to stop loving her. . .

I held my breath, I wasn't going to cry, I wasn't going to get upset and throw something. Even though I wanted to more then anything. It physically hurt to think about her and know that she wasn't there. I opened the trap door and used the pulley. I grabbed my bike, my tools and as I reached for my jacket I sighed. I stepped upstairs and stood in front of Skye's door. It was shut so I just took a piece of paper and a pencil out of my pocket (I always had it on hand because when you work at a Lodge there was always something to write down) and wrote a note. I hung my jacket on the door and put the note in the pocket. I almost knocked on the door, but decided against it. I felt the sting in my eyes but ignored it. I walked downstairs and went outside and took one last look at the Lodge. . .

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I opened the door for Sean after an hour or so. Ben's Jacket was on the door. Sean ignored it and smiled at me as he stepped out of the room. I didn't say anything as I grabbed the jacket and shut the door. I put the jacket on my bed and sighed. I noticed a piece of paper in the pocket and took it out. A note. . . I almost didn't want to read it. . . I sighed. I'm strong, I can do this. I opened the note.

Keep this, I don't really need it, iv got a few, and let it be something to remember me by.

Love you,

~ Ben

Something to remember him by!? What was that supposed to mean!? Was he leaving!? I looked out the window of my bedroom and didn't see his bike. And in the distance, I could see Ben on his bike at the forest line. No! I grabbed his jacket, put it on and I ran downstairs, ignored my dad calling for me and got on my bike (My dad got me one for my birthday since I seemed to like them so much). I saw Sean and I pointed at where I saw Ben and he nodded and went around back to get one of the bikes's from the Lodge games to use since he still didn't have one. I was already half way to the forest line when Sean finally got a bike.

It took me forever to catch up but I reached Ben, he saw me and slowed down. I was out of breath but I got off the bike and looked at him.

"What in the world are you thinking!?" I yelled.

"It's my choice whether or not I work at the lodge, Skye!" He yelled right back at me. He got off his bike and let it fall to the grass next to him. I groaned angrily.

"There is no good reason for you to have left!" I retaliated. He gave me that 'are you kidding me!?' look.

"Skye do you really think that I can sit at the lodge every day and see you!? Because it's physically and mentally impossible to see you every day and know that I wasn't good enough!" Ben yelled, at this point, Sean had come into view on his bike, though he stopped where he was at, probably wise to stay far away from it.

"Not good enough!? Where did that come from!?" I yelled.

"Well it's obvious that Sean is better, every time Iv finally got you, you've left me and gone for him-"

"-how do you even-"

"-you smell like his cologne," Ben answered simply. I sighed and glanced at Sean down the road, Josh appeared at his side.

"I was upset, and I told him it was just an experiment," I said loudly, but not exactly a yell.

"An experiment? An Experiment to see what!?" Ben snapped.

"To see if it felt the same as when I kissed you!" I yelled at him. I felt the sting in my eyes. I hated how often id been crying but it felt like everything was going wrong. I started to feel the rain falling on my head and within seconds it was a full downpour. I saw Ben swallow hard, he wasn't all the way better yet, he was still sick. He needed to get either home or to the Lodge.

"And did it?" He asked quietly, almost was impossible to hear him with the rain absolutely soaking us.

"Of course it didn't-Ben!?" I yelped as he nearly collapsed. Sean and Josh biked over quickly upon seeing Ben kneel down and hold his head. I got on my knees and tried to look him in the eyes to see if he was ok. "Ben!?" I yelled, trying to get his attention. "Go get my dad! We need to take him to the hospital!" I yelled. Sean nodded and bolted back to the house on his bike. Josh used his phone to call 999 (If that isn't the emergency number in Ireland, I have no idea what is XD ;P). Ben fell to the ground and I quickly checked his pulse. "He cant breathe Josh! Hurry!" I yelled. Josh spoke frantically with a nurse. I kelt over Ben.

"Skye-"

"-Don't you dare try and talk right now, preserve the air as long as you can ok? I'm right here, you'll be fine." I was mostly trying to convince myself of this. He started to blink slowly like he was going to sleep. I gently shook him. "No, no, don't go to sleep. Ben! Stay awake! Ben, please wake up!" I yelled as I shook him. The rain was pouring so hard it was hard to tell if I was crying or if the rain was just splattering my face. Josh kept the nurse updated on what was happening as Ben fell asleep. I kept shaking him. He had to wake up . . . . He had to. . . My dad's car pulled up and it was a blur from there. I tried to keep my eyes open and focused, but everything kept blurring, like it was becoming hard to breathe. We got Ben in the car and the drove until we saw the ambulance. We got him in the Ambulance and Dad and the others followed in the car behind and I stayed with Ben.

"Alright tell me everything you can." The nurse lady said. She was so calm. How was she so calm when this boy couldn't breathe!? I nodded and tried to stop crying. It was now dark outside and it was hard to think straight while this tired.

"His name is Ben Evans. He's been sick for over a week, two days ago he was so sick he was to a point where he could barely see. He hadn't told anyone, but I realized it when he couldn't see anything. I asked my dad to get him some medicine. And he got better after only two doses." I explained. The nurse nodded and she seemed to be something to try and help Ben breathe. She was connecting some tubes or something to him.

"What were the side-effects of this medicine?" She asked as she continued her job. I tried to remember them but it was hard.

"Emm, well, I remember one of them was swelling of the throat, and then another one was nausea. I think. . ." I said, she nodded and got some kind of shot out. "Is he going to be ok?" I asked, at this point, I was no longer ever surprised at the cracking in my voice.

"I can't say yet. And Miss, what are you to him because only Family is allowed in the room." The nurse asked. I stared at her for a moment. I hated lying but there was no way I was going to sit in a waiting room.

"I'm his sister." I said softly. She looked at me knowingly.

"Are you lying Miss Evans?" She asked with what seemed to be a smile but I really couldn't see through the constant sting in my eyes from trying not to cry.

"Would you blame me if I was?" I asked. She shrugged.

"Well, this leads me to believe that you're the girlfriend, so no, I wouldn't blame you . . . Miss Evans." She said with a smile, then she continued doing her work again. I smiled a little bit and looked at Ben. I grabbed his hand and sighed. He was going to be ok. . .

He was going to be fine. . .

At least that's what I'd keep telling myself. . .