Chapter Twenty Seven

Millie's P.O.V.

I feel a huge weight being lift off me. It isn't crushing me, suffocating me, anymore. After all this time, chasing him, I finally got it through my head that this isn't what I should be putting myself through anymore. I shouldn't be running after something that was never meant to be. I loved him but I can't bare getting hurt anymore. I moved on. I broke free from his grasp. He no longer has his hold on me and it brings a smile to face.

I can finally move on and try to live my life before he came and ruined everything with his lies.

Yes, there was days he made me feel like the only girl in the world that matter and made my heart pound unnaturally but it meant nothing. It will always mean nothing. So, the only thing I believe from him was we were just a summer fling and nothing more.

Once I finally accepted that, I finally moved on. I began to enjoy Kyle even more and allowed myself to to forget about to past and more about the moment.

I don't love Kyle, not yet, but he's making it hard not to fall in love with him. Maybe I just had a weak heart and fell to easily or maybe it has something to with him. I don't have to worry about him breaking my heart or wondered if we were a fling because none of that mattered. Kyle is happy to spend every second he can get with me and I am too.

The night I walked away from Hayes, was the night I got my heart back.

Hayes' P.O.V.

Days past by and I can't make her see how much I miss her. She won't talk to me or spare me a glance. She moved on and I wish she didn't. I wish I can tell her how much she means to me but every time I try it comes out wrong.

I was never good at telling people my feelings. This life I chosen hid my emotions. It toughened me up. If the Morches couldn't pinpoint our emotions, they wouldn't know what we were feeling.

They wouldn't know our weaknesses. But it caused me everything that mattered to me.
I don't know how to open up. I can't tell her what she meant to me. And everyday that passes by, I lose her more and more and she grows closer to him.

He brings the sparkles back into her beautiful hazel eyes and her bright warm smile to her face. He lets out her amazing laughs. He tells her everything, I want, need, to say and she's falling for him.

I act like it doesn't faze me but truly it does. Reid knows and he gives me advice but I don't have it in me to tell her when she feels nothing for me anymore. She made that very clear in her song.

I can't blame her. I hurt her. I broke her heart. I lied to her. I hide things from her. She was eventually going to leave me. She was going to give up on us, on me, sooner or later. I just sped up the time.

If I wasn't a closed off jerk, we could've still been together. I could of still had her. She would have still been mine. Abe wouldn't have like it but he wouldn't had known. Millie could have be my little secret and I would have been hers.

I pushed her away and now she's pushing me away.

My fingers hits the piano keys harshly. I exhale, deeply as I run my fingers through my hair. Why did I have to be a screw up?
It's way past midnight and my body is restless. My mind wouldn't shut down for me to fall asleep. I kept thinking about her and everything I have done to cause her so much pain.

I sit in the only room, I can be alone. The only room I can think straight in. Years ago, Abe designed this room for me. I don't know why he did it but I'm glad he did. Everyone thinks this is Abe's music room but it's really belongs to me. I rarely come in here during the day. It's mostly when everyone is fast asleep. Music helps clear my mind but sometimes it reminds me of her. For example, right now.

I try playing my song but I keep thinking about her. I know I should let her go but there is something about her that keeps my hook to her. She isn't like the other girls I have been with. She's different.

I close my eyes and let myself reminiscent the good times we had together. The times I made her smile and laugh. The times she loosen up and been herself. The first time she kissed me to the times words didn't need to be spoken to understand our feelings. The flashbacks runs over me like a giant wave. It begins with the first time we meet thirteen years later.

I shifted my eyes and our eyes met. She looked away but she looked again and I was still staring. She was beautiful.

"Who's she?" I asked, nodding my head in her direction, even though I already knew who she was.

Teri glanced at her. "Oh that's Audrey, my cousin." Teri introduced her. So that was her undercover name. "Audrey this is Hayes, my reckless friend."

I continued to stare at her but she quickly looked away. She moved her hair to cover her fading bruise on her flawless face. I felt rage shot through me. I should've been there to protect her.

"Is Daire back there?" Teri asked

I nodded. "Yeah. I just finished her rose tattoo."

Teri smirked. "Where did she get it?"

My lips twitched. "I rather not say."

Teri laughed. "That's Daire for you."

I looked at Audrey. She was standing close to the front door as if she was going to make a bolt soon.

"You know you don't have to stand there, Boo." I informed her. "We won't hurt you."

She didn't move but I heard her voice. It was angelic. "I'm fine right here." She told me.

She was still stubborn.

I grinned. "Okay." I walked away, dragging Teri with me. "But I wouldn't stand there. That's where the bullets come through." I threw over my shoulder.

The flashback switches to the time I almost kissed her on Fourth of July.

"You're going to miss the fireworks if you keep staring at me." She told me, looking straight ahead.

"Good." I said. "I rather watch you. You're more beautiful."

She turned her head. My eyes darted to her lips and I knew her heart was racing. I started to lean in but the sound of explosions stops me.

Then it jumps to the time her lips presses against mine.

"What are you thinking about right now?" I asked.

"How crazy I must be for not giving in already and just fall for you."

"Stop resisting." I whispered as I slowly leaned in.

My lips brushed against her. I gave her time to pull away but she didn't. She wrapped her arms around my neck and brought me closer to her body.

My mind stops at the time I made her smile on the ferris wheel.

"And that's not even the best part." I told her.

"What's the best part?" She asked.

"This." I gently turned her head and leaned in for one slow, heart pounding, fire igniting, kiss.

I pulled away, smirking."Was that spontaneous enough for you?"

She grinned. "Even better."

I open my eyes. I can't relishing in the past. The past I messed up in.

The words I told her months ago eochs throughout my mind.

"What I feel for you is nothing compared to what I felt with any other girl. You make me feel emotions I never could imagine. What I'm feeling for you is real."

It hurts me to think that Millie thought I was using her. She thought I was a player. Maybe I was at first but it changed over time. It crushes me to know she trusted me with everything and I messed it all up. The wounds I cause will heal but the scars will remain forever. The pain I made will be stuck with her.

But that isn't the worst part. The worst part is, I was telling the truth.