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It was Sunday again. The one day that I dreaded every week but one the day that also seemed to come the quickest.

During the week days, I was happy. I was too occupied with drowning myself in work to be thinking about other stuff. I had completed all the paperwork that was supposed to take me two days in just four hours; the pile was taller than my forearm. Calla, Syd, Lucas and even my boss had all expressed their concerns about me overworking myself and burning out. I would hard work all day and if I still wasn't tired once I got home, I would go for a run. So, when it came to sleeping, I would go straight to sleep. It was exhausting, yes, but I was fine.

So, I worked and worked and worked for weeks back-to-back. I did a ton of overtime – working mainly on Saturdays and sometimes even Sundays. Like I said, I didn't mind especially as working overtime meant that my wage was going to be bigger... by a lot. Yay for me. It wasn't necessarily ideal, working so much, but I needed something else to fill my brain otherwise I would have driven myself crazy.

Monday to Saturday I would work but when it came to Sunday's, I had no idea what to do.

I would spend time with Calla mainly. Sydney was always out with Lucas now so Calla and I would have girls' nights, movie days, days where we would just do nothing, blah blah blah. But no matter what we did, I always felt like shit.

I still hadn't heard from Jace.

It was so naïve and truly stupid of me to think that he wouldn't leave me again. That he wouldn't hurt me again. I honestly should have expected it, and I did to a certain extent, but I guess part of me just wanted me to believe that I meant enough to him that he wouldn't want to hurt me again.

But he did. Even after I specifically asked him not to.

He promised. He even fucking promised.

But one thing that has been made crystal clear to me throughout all of this is that people fucking lie – all the time. They'll lie directly to your face; they'll lie to you on social media. Anyone and everyone have the capability of lying to you, just for someone people it's morally wrong. It's obviously not morally wrong for Jace though, is it? Asshole.

It wasn't like I hadn't reached out to him either.

I had called him, sent him text messages – fuck, I even felt worried. It was laughable. To him I must have looked so desperate. But hey, you live and you learn, right?

It was weird though, he felt almost non-existent to me. And one thing that I had never previously noticed is, no matter how close we were, I always felt as if he was... distant. Don't get me wrong, he was there for me and I knew that but there was just something. Like I was always on edge, just waiting for something else to come out about him, or nearly come out like that time with Sky.

Silent expectations in any type of a relationship – whether that be romantic or platonic – are a known killer. It almost felt as if that what was happening with us, but yet I had made it very clear what I expected.

The more I thought about it, the more I realised the little amount of information I knew about him. I didn't know about his past, what he planned to do in the future, his wants out of life. I knew the little things but not the important stuff like what he knew about me.

I had just opened myself up to him and it felt like he was holding back.

But no matter how hard I wanted to forget him, hate him for what he had done, I couldn't. I cared too much for him.

I pushed my head deeper into the pillow behind me. It was 11:28 am and I was still in bed. I woke up extremely early but just stayed in bed for most of the morning.

My curtains were still drawn, my phone was dead and my hair was a mess. Sundays I turned into a vampire. Or that's what it felt like at least.

I groaned at the feeling of the light blinding me when Calla opened my door. She was ready. Like completely ready. Hair, makeup and I could smell the perfume wafting off of her, and here I was looking like I had been up all night in the wilderness.

"Get up and get ready right now," Cals ordered me like she was my Mother.

"Oh, piss off." I turned my back to her and pulled the duvet so only my eyes were exposed. Did she not know this was my only day to for sorry for myself?

A sigh sounded from her direction. I turned back around to face her, feeling instant regret about being rude. She hadn't done anything to me; she didn't deserve that.

"I'm sorry," I sighed, sitting up with the headboard behind my back. I stretched my arms above my head till they felt like they were going to pop out of their sockets. Basically, the best kind of stretch. She looked at me with almost disappointment. I felt terrible.

"Okay. Well, I know you're heartbroken or whatever and that's the reason to why you're moping around but I'm going out. I have a date," she informed me sounding proud of herself.

Why hadn't she told me this before? Ah yeah... I was working.

"Ooo! Who is he? How did you meet him?"

She took a step into my room and sat on the end of my bed, but not before opening my curtains wide open. I hissed, like a vampire.

"Well," Calla started excitedly clapping her hands, "he DMed me on Instagram."

My jaw hit the floor.

"What the hell, Calla? Are you sure it's a real person your age?" My reaction wasn't what she wanted, the way her face fell when I started speaking proved that, but I didn't want her getting hurt. She looked like she liked this guy.

"Yes, I'm sure. We've been speaking to each other for over a month now. If they were catfishing me, they would've given up by now." She sounded sure of herself.

I wasn't sure about this, but I trusted that she would've assessed the situation properly before making any rash decisions.

"Okay, just be careful. You will have to tell me everything that happened when you get home." She smiled at me and nodded.

"I've got to go now so..." she said gesturing towards the door. "Just make sure that you're at least dressed and showered before I get back."

I rolled my eyes at her bossiness, "Okay. I will. Now go before you're late." I got out of bed and shooed her out the door. She hugged me briefly before almost squealing in excitement and exiting the door.

I shut the door behind me and sighed. I took full advantage of this rare occasion where I had the house to myself.

I ran upstairs and straight into Syd's room. I jumped on her bed, wrapping myself up with the duvet and turned on her TV. If she was here, she would definitely have kicked me out the second I stepped in here. But she wasn't.

Quickly growing bored of the film that I had watched every Sunday for five weeks straight, I flicked through the channels.

I remembered how Jace complained one time when we were trying to find something to watch because I was going through them too fast. I laughed when I recalled how I told him that it wasn't my fault he wasn't a fast-enough reader and how I was then instantly crushed with a hug as he laid on top of me.

Times like that were amazing but the constant nagging feeling I felt in my stomach whenever something happened between us was unbearable. The thing was though, nothing bad had exactly happened. Not that I was aware of anyway.

I was over this. I was over feeling insecure. I was over having to suffocate myself with work so that I didn't have chance to obsess over if I had done anything wrong or if there was something wrong with me, wondering was there something about me that made him keep his distance?

Everyone has issues, something about themselves that they have to work on. Everyone does. Whether they want to admit it is another thing but everyone could improve their actions in some way or another.

There are somethings that I need to change, like the way I sometimes speak over people when arguing, but one thing I did know for certain was that it was his issues causing this. Afterall he was the one that kept leaving. I know that I have slight abandonment issues, and that was why I probably have acted the way I have, but there's no reaction unless there's something to react to.

I know that I'm enough, I have all along. And it wasn't like what I was asking from him was a lot. All I wanted was for him to be open and not keep running.

I'm a strong, independent woman that won't take any type of shit from anyone and if he couldn't see that, well, au revoir, I'm not sticking around like a fool.

I was going to miss it, spending time with him, and I knew that, but I wasn't going to put my own happiness on hold for him. I won't for anyone.

I kept his helmet that I took. It was on my bedside table and every time I looked at it, I was reminded of him. At first it provided me comfort but I don't need that anymore, I found comfort in myself.

I felt more optimistic. Almost like I was a deer stuck in headlights, just watching the headlights and ignoring the possibility of being hit. I didn't realise that I could have ended up hurting myself even more by overworking. I know everyone had been telling me just that but sometimes you have to work things out for yourself for you to believe it.  

(A/N) I really like how we have been able to see more of Ivy over these last few chapters. It's nice seeing how she is by herself and how she thinks, especially in hard situations. 

Typical Jace, leaving again. How's he going to come back from this?