The night Noah died...

I couldn't do it.

Breath. Breath. Breath.

I chanted slowly to myself. I didn't see that. It was not happening. None of this was happening right now.

It's a bad dream—a horrible, horrible nightmare.

I just needed to wake up. That's it.

Wake up, Storm. Wake up.

Noah is okay. He is entirely okay, and tomorrow he will be here to take me to school.

But none of this happened. I didn't wake up. It wasn't the next morning. He wasn't here to pick me up.

He never will be here because my Noah is dead.

He is lying there in front of my eyes, and I felt everything in me shatter into pieces.

I walked over to him. Liam held him tight in his arms, and I watched him cry for the first time. He wept over his best friend that lay unconscious.

As I walked closer to him, my legs gave out, and I fell next to him. The tears. began forming, but it felt like I wasn't crying enough.

Liam looked over at me and didn't say anything, but I saw the way his face turn into pure hatred. Every inch of him hated me even more than he hated me before.

"You did this," He spat. "You killed him," and with that, I knew it was over.  It was completely over because he would not let me hold him. He wouldn't even let me see him.

"Liam, please," I pleaded. "I want him. I want to hold him, please,"

"No!" he snapped. "You don't have any rights to hold him. You did this. Leave,"

"I can't. Please, you can do whatever you want to me later, but please. I am begging," I cried out to him. But he showed me no mercy and only yelled at me to leave.

I felt hopeless, and I felt weak, and no matter how much I tried, I couldn't stop crying. I knew my life was over now, and I will never be the same with him gone.

-

One month after...

"You have to eat, Storm," My mom said. But I could barely even move.

I didn't want to do anything. I didn't have the motivation to even get out of bed. Everything just felt impossible, and the only thing I could now do was cry my eyes out.

"I'll eat later," I told her. I heard her sigh and leave my room quietly.

I knew my parents were worried about me. They wanted me to be okay, but I couldn't do anything. I was barely able to function. And no matter how much I wanted to be me again, I felt nothing.

A part of me is gone, and I found no purpose in doing anything anymore.

He was gone because of me. I should have been the one that was supposed to be dead but instead, he is.

The guy that showed me what true love felt like and the man that made me love myself was gone, and no matter how much I cried and begged for him to come back, he is not going to come back.

His best friends hate me. Everyone at school hates me, and his family can barely look at me without the pitiful look in his eyes.

Every day I'm reminded of the most precious thing I had lost, and Liam is there to make sure I suffer through it all.

He makes sure that every day I'm miserable.

But I didn't even need him to do that because I already felt that way.

I heard a quiet knock on my door.

"I said I'd eat later, mom," I said.

"It's not, mom," Tyler said, walking inside my room.

Tyler was the only person who could bring a slight smile to my face, and no matter how horrible I felt, I needed Tyler.

He is there for me even in times I don't want him to be.

He took a seat at the edge of my bed.

"How are you feeling?" He asked. It was a stupid question. This whole time I felt nothing.

"Okay, " I lied.

"I brought your favourite brownies that my mom makes, " he held the brownies in the air.

But even that didn't do anything to me.

"I'm not hungry," I told him.

"You have to eat something," he said, grabbing my arm sitting me upright.

"I'll eat when I'm hungry, Ty, " I said, annoyed. 

Tyler sighed bring his hands to cup my cheeks. "Listen, Storm, I know how much you miss him right now," I felt the tears welling up all over again. "But he would never want you to starve yourself. You know that" he reminded me.

And he was right; Noah wouldn't want me to do everything I'm doing right now. He always wanted what's best for me.

I began crying once again and fell into Tyler's arm as he held me close.

But the more he held me, I felt as if I was losing myself. It felt crushing, and to be honest, I didn't know what to do.

-
Present...

"Storm," I turned to see Liam coming in my direction.

He noticed that I was with Jace, and his face immediately turned into a scowl.

"Here he comes," Jace whispered.

"Allen?" He glared at him. "I don't see any reason why you're talking to her?" He said.

"I have more reason than you do," Jace said with a smirk.

"Is that so?" He asked. "I don't think you do," he smirked before turning me to face him and kissing my lips.

I was caught so off guard that I didn't have the time to push him away before he retrieved himself off of me so quickly that it almost seemed like he hadn't even.

Jace was surprised. I don't think he had expected that, but Liam's expression with his smug smirk proved that he had gotten the expression he had wanted.

But it made me angry. I didn't know what he was trying to prove, but I didn't like it—using me to make himself better.

I knew if I stayed there any longer, I would have gotten angrier, and the only thing that felt right was just to leave. I didn't want to stay in front of both of them.

I walked back inside and found myself inside an empty bathroom.

Seeing Jace after so long made me only think of the worst night of my life. The way I felt and how miserable I was when Noah had died.

And Liam kissing me like that made me realize that no matter how much I had feelings for him. And no matter how much I wanted to be with him.

I couldn't.

He was nothing like Noah.

It didn't matter how he made me feel and how much it felt right to be with him.

But I seem always to forget the way he had made me feel not long before.

How much he blamed me when it was never entirely my fault.

It all brought me back to the time of Noah's death when I saw the hatred in his eyes because as much I deny it, a part of me still sees it in him.

He will always hate me.

The way he had done it proved why we would never have worked together.

Someone rushed inside the room, and I jumped, not expecting anyone to walk in.

"Cas?" I questioned. What was he doing here?

"Storm! You're here?" He said, just as surprised to see me as I saw him.

"Ya, my friends are here. What are you doing here?" I asked him.

"I came with some of my friends," he told me. "What are you doing in here? Are you okay?" He asked, concerned.

"Ya! I just um- can you take me home?" I asked him.

I knew if I stayed here any longer, I would only get angrier, and I didn't feel like seeing Liam.

He hadn't even come after me. It's not I expected him to, but I doubt he would even notice if I had left.

"Ya come on," he said.

We left the party and drove around on his bike.

"Do you want me to take you home?" he asked through the wind.

I thought about it for a second if I did want to go home and relax.

"No, can we just drive around?" I asked him.

"Anything sunshine," he said and sped through the street.

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Hello, my lovelies,

I missed you guys sooo much!! I hope you guys had an excellent new year.

I'm thrilled to be back and finish this story off. I hope you guys are just as excited as me. Though, my heart would break a bit when it's over.

But we still have a couple of chapters till then.

What did you guys think about this chapter? We got to see Storm's feelings and how she coped with Noah's death.

What did you guys think about Liam using Storm? Do you guys think Liam did that on purpose?

Leave all your amazing theories and comments down below, and please don't forget to vote!

Lots of love,

Just another girl